#two older brothers and a younger sister. I’m going to be ill.

[quietwingsinthesky]

look at me. I’m so normal about the line “in the role of Michael Corleone, the archangel Raphael.”

[vanillakook]

THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse

genre: smut, oneshot

word count: 5.4k

nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction he’s had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewon’s usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?

jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. “i’m sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.”

“jungkook,” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “im telling you it’s not the same.”

she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasn’t a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy she’s ever bought home.

hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.

“she just admires you.”

“you’re her role model.”

“y/n has it all, have you ever thought that you’re the jealous one?”

bullshit.

your parents also weren’t shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.

the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.

hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.

she could have avoided it for longer if this hadn’t been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldn’t come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.

“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.”

that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what she’d been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.

“hyewon,” your father cleared his throat. “don’t you think it’s poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.”

“right, sorry.” she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.

“apologies jungkook, they’ve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.” your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.

do little squabbles consist of fucking someone’s boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?

“trust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but he’s my entire world.”

you decided to chimed in too. “hyewonnie doesn’t ever think i have anything interesting to say,” you pouted. “actually enough about me, sis how’s your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?”

any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.

“i’m working on finding a new job.”

“work harder then hyewon, look at your sister.” ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. “y/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile you’ve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?”

“we love you honey, dearly. but it’s time to start being an adult.” your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.

“i need to use the restroom.”

no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldn’t even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldn’t have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasn’t seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldn’t be passed up.

when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadn’t been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they weren’t seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.

“whoopsies, i’m so clumsy sometimes!” you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. “so you’re a personal trainer right?”

“mhm i am, you know anything about it?”

“enlighten me.”

“well it’s-“ his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. “it’s um- it takes a while to um-“

“something the matter?” yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. “sounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, i’m a fast learner, and i haven’t worked out in ages…” your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.

“hey we’re going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?” your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.

“we’re not kids mom, we’re in our early 20s.”

“oh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.” once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?”

“so?”

“so? are you out of your mind?”

you rolled your eyes. “oh now you wanna play moral police after you’ve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?” if he really didn’t want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.

jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. “you wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?”

oh. oh.

“you wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really don’t care about her do you?” your eyes lit up once again.

jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. “i just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? now c’mere pretty.”

the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.

however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldn’t witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.

“gosh, this fucking pussy,” he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. “damn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.” he couldn’t believe how soaked you were, he knew he’d slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.

“aw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.” and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“fucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?” he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. “hye never knows what to do with it, but i’m sure a slut like you will.”

he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. “make it quick and i’ll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.” he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.

later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didn’t pay her a second glance. “the hell do you want? you’re stalking me now?”

“if you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.”

you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. “what are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldn’t be in this situation,”

her mouth went dry. “what?”

“oops… well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.” you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. “you always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.”

“jungkook loves me, something you’ll never experience.” she spat.

you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. “and he’s gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.” you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.

there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldn’t go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.

yet obviously he didn’t see her the same. he couldn’t care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,

cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.

“f-fffuck!” your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. “too much, ‘s too much koo!” you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.

“oh yeah too much?” he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. “so fucking wet for me doll, look at how you’re drenching my fingers.” he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.

his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. “c’mon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.”

“holy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck i’m- jungkookk!” you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldn’t handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.

“stop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!” trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.

once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. “better get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?” he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.

“already? one more hour, please?”

“it’s starting to get harder to say no to you.” he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. “what are you thinking?” he chimed.

“nothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, it’s like she just knew you were right for me.” fuck, you were twisted.

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?”

you shrugged. “they could care less. everyone knows she can’t keep a guy.”

“and i’m guessing that’s due to you?” he smirked.

you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. “i wouldn’t say that. it’s just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.”

that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasn’t even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewon’s nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.

“you’re acting fucking crazy!” jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. “she’s your sister, do you hear yourself?” he yelled, as if you didn’t just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.

he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.

“jungkook she’s trying to steal you from me, she’s- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?” hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.

“i understand you might envy her, she’s younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesn’t look good hye.” what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?

“do you fucking hear yourself? you’re defending a bitch you’ve known two weeks!” she was losing her mind, truly. “you’ve been so distant kook, you don’t hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.” her voice cracked but he still couldn’t find it in him to care.

“until you sort your hissy fit out, i’ll be on the couch.” he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadn’t had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.

and she followed.

hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkook’s raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.

her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldn’t she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.

“shiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i don’t cum quick.” he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. “calm down mama, fuck.”

“can’tttt,” you dragged. “hmph. fuck me or i’ll do it myself.” you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.

“spoiled fucking brat, think i’m obligated to fill your holes? don’t get this twisted.” he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. “making me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.” without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.

“koo! you’re so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,” once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didn’t make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldn’t resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.

“you know- hmph-“ he started saying in between strokes. “one thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same don’t you?” you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. “fuck, you’re perfect. i wanna see you baby c’mere.” you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.

when you didn’t think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. “ohhhhh-“ you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.

jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldn’t do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. “look princess, got a visitor.”

your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. you’ve hated her ever since you figured you weren’t the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didn’t, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee she’d be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.

“hyewonnie!” a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. “god he’s so good, i’m so fucking glad you found him big sis,” your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. “after he fills me up with some babies we’re gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that you’ll never set foot on.”

blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.

“baby…” he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. “no need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.”

“i fucking hate you both. you’re nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.” she finally spoke.

“mhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-“ your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. “want you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.” something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.

“cum with me doll.” that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. “can’t let that get away now can we?”

that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.

once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didn’t need to look up to feel your presence. “what now? what y/n? you’ve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.”

“you’re so dramatic oh god. you’re acting like i didn’t warn you.” you welcomed yourself into her room. “think i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.” your hands went over your heart.

she backed up farther onto her bed. “stay away from me you evil fuck.”

“hyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.”

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jax headcanons!! involving kinger, queener, and ragatha!!

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so i’m hooked on the idea that jax joined the circus as a child, so i decided to be silly and come up with my own headcanons for it

jax arrived in the digital circus very young, maybe.. 6 or 7. he, of course, was confused and panicked, but queener immediately helped to calm him down. and as time went on, kinger, queener and jax ended up becoming a little family in the circus.

they would read to him before bed, help him eat, run around with him, everything loving parents do!

but, as he got older, maybe around.. 13, he wanted to leave. he wanted to leave the circus and find kinger and queener in real life, since his own life was awful. him entering the circus was a way to escape.

unfortunately, the two had to explain to him that there’s no exit, and he’s stuck there. but that they were with him! and that they’ll take care of him.

he had a breakdown that day, and it lasted a few days. and queener felt absolutely distraught that her son, her prince, was going through this. so what did she do?

she looked for an exit.

from when jax was 13, to when he was 18, queener kept looking for an exit. at first, kinger helped, hoping that she’d give up after a while. but she didn’t. during this time, ragatha joined (dont take this to heart ill change it up when we get timelines of when everyone joined), and her and jax grew close, having a sort of unspoken older sister, younger brother relationship.

but eventually, queener drove herself insane to the point of abstracting.

everyone; jax, kinger, ragatha, gangle, kaufmo, zooble, and a few others (who later disappear before pomni appears), witnessed it.

and jax? oh, the poor boy. he was broken. caine ended up coming around as gangle went to grab him, and he opened up the cellar. he picked her up to put her in, but jax didn’t want that.

he reached out, grabbing ahold of her, being lifted off the ground. kinger panicked, reaching to grab jax’s feet. with the help of ragatha, they pulled him down. kinger held onto jax tightly as he reached out to abstracted queener. caine sealed her away, before turning his attention to jax, who just cried out for his mom.

he just sat there, his condition.. not the best. due to the contact, he started the pre-abstraction phase, his entire body quickly being consumed by the glitch.

caine reacted quickly, this being the first time he’s had to save someone before they abstracted. due to this, some of his coding wasn’t back to normal. he can break the filter, but chooses not to unless need be. it also explains all his keys. he didn’t just find them laying around. (i’ll add a few more things when i think of them.)

the rest of the day, everyone was quiet. kinger locked himself in his room, wanting to be alone. jax did the same, but often just hid around, hoping not to be found.

and that night, jax stood in front of his mirror, just staring at his reflection. he almost didn’t recognize himself.

he was crying.

he hadn’t cried in years, much less any serious tears. queener and kinger were always there for him, to help him calm down.

but this time? he was alone.

he couldn’t understand why his fur was wet, why he couldn’t stop crying. it wouldn’t stop. the tears wouldn’t stop.

so he went to the only person he felt comfortable with.

knocking on her door, ragatha answered, looking up. “jax..?” she asked, a look of shock on her face.

jax stood there, a hand feeling his face as he stared down at her, utterly confused. “my.. my face is wet. it won’t stop.”

“why won’t it stop?”

and ragatha just pulled him in to a hug, and jax didn’t realize he was audibly crying until ragatha rubbed his back, and cooed, “it’s okay. just let it all out. you’re okay, i’m here.”

he spent the night in her room, and they talked.

“why does it hurt so much? it- it's like.. there's a pit in my body, it's so hard to breathe?"

"because it's a loss, jax."

"but i lose a bunch of things-- i don't know why this hurts so bad."

"because it's her."

"what?"

"you're hurting, because you lost her. your mind knows she isn't coming back, but your heart- doesn't. you watched her be put into the cellar, she's gone, jax. and it's hurting because you know she isn't going to come back."

"..but.. she's still alive.."

"..i know."

"..why does it hurt so much..? she's not-- dead, i don't-"

"it's just the way things work, hun. it's.. it's going to be hard, but you'll get through it. we're all right here with you, it'll be okay."

i’ll summarize the rest.

jax ends up hating how he feels, he hates crying, he hates being so sad. so he starts to cope differently. he makes jokes, he becomes more sarcastic, more cold and uncaring for the well being of others. his grief turns him into who he is when we see him during the pilot.

writingn this while sick killed my eyes cuz im not wearing my glasses LOL anyway judt had to thrownhis out there when im unsick ill draw more ok bye guys 🎉

[sun-kissy]

Hello. I don’t really know how to do this properly

Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so he’s like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head

(zero romance pls if you do pls)

thank you so much for the request!! ♡ i tried to play around with the plot a little :)

always | j.p.

tw: fluff

james potter x reader (platonic)

Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.

A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.

You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once you’ve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.

As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.

You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldn’t muster the strength to even get out of bed.

It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.

You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.

Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.

“Hey Pickle. You doing good?” he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.

That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.

That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

“No, Potty. I’m not doing good. Kingsley’s sick,” you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.

You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. “I’m gonna leave,” you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.

He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. “Come on, Pickle.”

“What?”

“Come on. One dance?”

“Jame-“

“Pickle! You’re no fun. Pleaaaaase?”

You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. “I can’t dance.”

“You don’t have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,” James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.

He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as you’re told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.

As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of ‘O Children’ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mum’s go-to song to sing.

James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.

‘Lift up your voice, lift up your voice…’

You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.

‘Children!...’

James’ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.

‘Rejoice, rejoice…’

A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.

You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.

“Thanks, James,” you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.

“Hey, none of that. You’re my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.

“And this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.”

“James!”

He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each other’s hands.

You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.

[sliceofcake-cupoftea]

How to tell Cobra

Character(s): Smokey (x reader), "Cobra" Junpei Hino

Plot Line: Even though you were twins, Cobra was born before you. This meant he would be your big brother; no matter what you or he could do about it. He took this to heart and protected you fiercely from everything. However, what happens what you end up in a situation and you have to tell your protective older brother something he rather not hear?

Warnings: Anxiety, Angst, Inappropriate comedy (18+), talks of terminal Illness, High & Low violence

How does one tell Cobra something. 

Even as his younger sister (though only by an hour, which you remind him of constantly) you ask yourself that often. For it is often that Cobra messes up and has to tell you something. Like the time Yamato and him broke your doll house or the time he accidentally lost all your history notes that he stole before a big exam. 

So whenever you messed up, it was hard to tell him. 

Usually there would be a right time or a moment you could bring it up. But, you didn’t think such a thing existed in this situation.

Put simply, you were pregnant. 

More precisely three months along now but you’ve known since you were two weeks in. The main problem was. You haven’t told anyone…

Not Naomi. Not Yamato. Not Noboru. And definitely–Definitely–not Cobra. 

The reason was simple. You were scared. Not just by their reaction when they find out you are pregnant. But by whom. 

Smokey.

Life worked in strange ways. Everyone would be shocked when they found out. How the hell did you two meet? They likely wouldn’t think you two had anything in common. Turns out it was the simple things. You both cared deeply about family and you both hated to be a burden to the ones you loved and adored. The two of you grew close over those two simple things. Extremely close on nights when one of you needed comfort. 

Was it love? Was it a close friendship? It was hard to determine.

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You still remembered Smokey’s words when you told him. Always so calm and always so sweet; thinking of others before himself. Even as he tried to keep calm and collected, you could see by how his hands ever so slightly shook as he took yours that he was scared. Afraid. 

Smokey has never been in good health since you’ve known him. While you’ve helped him go to a doctor, they didn’t have much help to give. A lung transplant; that's the only thing that could stop his deteriorating health. All he could do was wait and maybe–if he was lucky–get a donation to pay for the surgery. But the chances were few and far between. So, he could only take some pills to keep himself stable and put his health on the back burner for now. 

Would he live long enough for the child to grow up? What would happen if you were left all alone? Even though he didn’t say it, you knew those were the questions that were clouding Smokey’s mind. 

It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.

You allowed him to hold you that night. Ignoring the worried calls from Cobra and the others when you didn’t return home. Only in the morning messaging a simple ‘I’m okay’ to them even though you weren’t. You and Smokey going your separate ways as the sun rose early in the morning. Him needing to return back to the Rude Boys and you needing to return back to Sannoh.

Life worked in strange ways. It really did.

It really fucking did.

“I can’t believe this,” You mumble, likely looking a little pale as you stare down at the stack of ultrasound photos. Each one of the Rude Boys wanting a photo of their precious niece/nephew so you had to ask for quite a few. Usually one would have their first ultrasound at 6 to 9 weeks but due to you working full time and bills needing to be paid, you had to wait until now; at 12 weeks. 

Technically you could have waited longer, Smokey and you were in no rush to get the ultrasound. An idea more on the backburner as the boys and him were more focused on trying to figure out if they could make furniture for the baby out of scrap wood from around nameless city. An idea you were highly against unless they sanded it and made sure none of the wood was compromised in any way. 

Surprisingly, they found such wood. And on the same day, when you woke up to a very big shock. 

“Lala,” Smokey’s sister whips her head around at her name being called. Looking quite confused as she sees you in the middle of Spring wearing a big puffy coat. It seemed your weird appearance didn’t just catch her attention either as P and Yu jumped down from their places in an area up above. Likely on patrol. 

“Is everything ok–” Not allowing her to answer, you dragged her to a tent nearby. Usually used for shops to set up, but it was far too early for them. Quickly, P follows after you two, signaling to Yu to go find Smokey. Knowing this is something he should know. “What’s wrong–”

Lala falls short of finishing her sentence as you take off your coat and show her what had you acting so strange. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she just saw you a day ago and it didn’t look like anything like this. 

“Woah…” P lets out, taking the words right out Lala’s mouth for her. The girl still very much in shock as she tried to wrap her head around it. “That’s… That’s normal right?”

“I– Sort of? I– I don’t know. They said it's common for it to just appear suddenly one morning when you wake up. But– I don’t think it's supposed to be–”

“Is everything–” 

You nearby jump in shock as Smokey and the rest of the Rude Boys barge into the tent. Expecting something horrible only to stare in shock just like P and Lala were seconds ago once they see you. The only one being somewhat calm about the situation being, of course, Smokey. Who after reading some books with you, knew this would be happening any day now. 

His eyes soften as he gazes upon it. Looking at you with love and wonder as he slowly makes his way to you. A soft grin spreading to his lips as he touches your stomach, lightly tracing the bump there with his calloused fingers. 

“Don’t– Don’t you think it's a bit big?” You finally ask after a few moments, telling Smokey the worry clouding your mind as you gazed upon your stomach, “I look eighteen weeks pregnant, not twelve.”

You were correct. While many in the tent knew nothing about pregnancies and had hardly ever seen a pregnant woman in her first trimester, they couldn’t help but agree that your bump was rather big. Which is likely what added to the huge shock as they saw you just over 24 hours before, no bump in sight. 

“Maybe you should go to that ultrasound?” Takeshi suggests, always the voice of reason amongst the boys especially whenever Smokey was absent. “If it has to do with your belly… the doctors should be able to notice it with that, right?”

Smokey and you looked at each other and you couldn’t help but agree that Takeshi made a fair point. 

“I can see if Dr.Sato has a free spot today? Will you be…” Your voice trails off when you notice a sad look grow on Smokey’s face. 

“Sorry…” He starts, letting out a heavy sigh, “Things between Daruma and us have been… tense. We are expecting Daruma to try to cause some chaos in the market later today. I really want to but–”

You grab Smokey’s hand, stopping the man from going into a rant, “It's okay. I understand.”

And you did. If being Cobra’s sister taught you anything, it is that sometimes the people you loved had to drop everything at a moment’s notice to protect what they believed in.

“Just keep me updated. I’ll let you know if I got the appointment and if nothing is going on, we can see if it's safe for me to come here after.”

Smokey nods his head. While disappointed he won’t be there, he is at least pleased he will be updated on what is going on.

Fuck.

As you finally turn your phone back on after shutting it down during your appointment, you couldn’t help but grow anxious at the slew of texts that came in; some dating back hours ago. While many were from Sannoh and your brother asking if you wanted to join them at the bar, some were from the Rude Boys. It seemed the situation with Daruma was solved and Smokey was wondering if–

“There you are,” You nearly jump in fright as a voice calls out in front of you. Instantly recognizing the blonde male in front of you.

“Takeshi? What the hell–” You start, thankful it wasn’t a different blonde. Especially as it would be hard to explain the building you were standing out in front of. Quickly you whip your head around before dragging the male into an alleyway nearby, “What are you doing here? This is Sannoh territory.”

It would be extremely hard to come up with an excuse as to why a Rude Boy was this far from their territory. Especially as the boys rarely left and you were in the north end of Sannoh, closer to Oya territory than theirs. 

“Smokey got worried. You didn’t answer his texts and it was getting dark,” Takeshi says, gesturing to the golden and red sky above you guys, “He sent me to pick you up.”

Moving his hand, he points to an old army jeep. One the Rude Boys often used along with their dirt bikes when they needed to get somewhere not in their territory fast. However, due to it being so old and so unique, it wouldn’t be hard for any of the Sannoh boys to instantly recognize the vehicle. Knowing an opposing gang was in their territory.

Oh god.

“Give me a second.” Takeshi says, suddenly seeming to remember something as he pulls out his phone. It rings for a moment before someone picks up on the other end.

“Hello?” Instantly recognizing the voice on the other end, you visibly relax. 

“Hey, Smokey. I’ve got her right here. She just came out of her appointment.” 

“Did everything go well?” Smokey asks as you take the phone from Takeshi. Already feeling much better as you could hear his voice on the other end. He has always had that calming effect on you, “Nothing wrong?”

Letting out another sigh, you hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. Likely the others joining Smokey to hear the results of your appointment.

“Everything went well. Nothing wrong at all. Just…” You let out a particularly heavy sigh, knowing you had no choice but to explain it to them as just ignoring the obvious would make them more concerned, “...I’m feeding for four.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

Takeshi–the only one you can visibly see–jaw drops in shock as he processes what you just said. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but laugh a little. Finally giving the male the stack of photos after a few moments so he can finally come to terms on what you said. 

Staring down at the photo, even though it wasn’t his, Takeshi can’t help but feel tears pluck in the corner of his eyes as he sees his nieces/nephews. Each labeled with a number 1 through 3 so it was each to identify each one.

“Tr–Triplets…” Takeshi starts, his voice slightly shaking as he speaks, “She’s having triplets, Smokey.”

A little concerned by the sudden silence at the other end, you call out as well, “Smokey?”

Your eyes can’t help but widen in shock as you hear an ever so slight sniffle on the other end. 

“Y–Yeah?”

Takeshi seems quite taken aback as well as he hears the others telling Smokey it was okay as they laughed and patted their leader on the back. Though the two of you quickly can’t help but allow a wide grin to take on your faces as you hear Smokey’s chuckle as well; Sounding slightly watered down from his tears and stuffy nose as he was still a bit emotional. Realizing it was a good cry, not a bad one.

“We’ll be there soon, Smokey.” Looking up at Takeshi, who grabs the keys from his pockets, you quickly follow him out of the alleyway as you continue to talk on the phone, “Don’t go crying anymore. I still have yet to show you the photos. I practically started sobb–”

Quickly, as you glance to your right, you can’t help but freeze in your steps. The smile wiping clean off your face when your eyes lock with another. 

Oh, no. 

No. no. no. no. no.

“Shit,” Takeshi curses once he sees them as well, “Smokey, fuck. We’ve been seen.”

However, even though you know Smokey and the others are saying something on the other end, you can only continue to stare at your brother; the rest of the world blocked out just from the pure shock running through your body. Cobra eyes are wide and confused as he sees you. The rest of the gang confused as well as they pause in getting off their bikes. Clearly having showed up after hearing the Rude Boys jeep was spotted in Sannoh.

It is only as Takeshi shakes your shoulder that you finally snap your gaze away from Cobra, “We have to go. Now.”

But–

Not allowing you a second to respond, likely thinking you were still in shock, Takeshi grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you to the car. Hoping that since the boys are far enough down the street, that he could beat them to his car.

“Hey. Hey!” The roaring sound of blood pumping through your veins echoes in your head as your brother finally snaps out of his trance. His voice muffled in your ears even though he is probably yelling. As you shakily take a seat in the passenger seat, you can’t help but jump in surprise as you feel a hand suddenly grab onto the jacket on your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Why the hell are you with—?” Yamato asks as you stare up at him with wide eyes. However, it is as he pulls at your jacket, that he sees your stomach. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he takes in the sight, “Why are you pregnant? What the fuck did those bastar–”

You gasp in shock as Takeshi suddenly kicks Yamato, getting the man to fall onto the sidewalk, as the vehicle finally starts. You can’t help but snap your head around as your brother begins to call your name, still racing after the vehicle. Only stopping once the vehicle finally picks up speed, causing him to stop and stare. 

To stare back at you with so many questions and concerns in his eyes.

“I—“ You start, turning back around to face the front. Just in pure shock at what just happened, “I— I should have told him. Oh my god… I’m such an idiot.”

“Stop it.” Takeshi yells over the wind as he drives, reaching a hand over to grab onto one of your shaking ones. “You did what you thought best. You weren’t sure how Cobra would react to finding out about Smokey. It could have caused a bigger mess than this for all you know.”

“But— My brother will be chasing after us, you know?” You start, looking in the rear view mirror as if waiting for the motorcycles of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad to whip around the corner, “He’ll— He’ll come to nameless city and—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Takeshi says, grabbing hold of your shoulders and hugging you as the vehicle reaches a stop light. “Everything will be okay. This can’t blow up anymore than it is.”

“B-But—“

“Breathe. Please just breathe.” Takeshi says, running a hand down your back to soothe your shaking figure, “We’ll be home soon. Everything will be okay.”

As the stop light changes and he is forced to pull away, you are finally quiet. While still shaking, you lean into Takeshi’s side for comfort. Clutching his hand tightly as he continues to drive back to the Rude Boys territory. Unable to stop yourself from jumping whenever you heard to loud sound of a motorcycle engine off in the distance

“Smoke—“ As soon as Takeshi slams on the brakes, putting the car in park. The rest of the Rude Boys descend. Instantly Smokey clutches onto you and helps you out of the car, not wanting to let you go.

His eyes trail your body, looking for any signs that you were hurt in any way. 

“What in the hell happened out there?” 

“Sannoh recognized–” As Takeshi leaps out and begins to explain, you allow Smokey to pick you up–something you usually wouldn’t allow–as he and the group begin to walk. Knowing better than to argue with the leader when he was like this, though you also didn’t have the strength to. Secretly you are glad Smokey’s large puffy jacket muffled your ears from the talking of the boys around you. Allowing you to focus on his steady heartbeat; giving you a chance to tune out of the world. 

Though only for a couple of moments, only a couple moments of peace, before Smokey calls your name. Lifting your head, you glance up at Smokey, who looks down at you. Concern and apologies swirling in his dark eyes.

“We need to hide you.” Smokey whispers, seeming to not like the conclusion he has determined but knowing it was the best and safest option for you. 

“What…?” You start, caught off guard as the boys begin to jog, knowing where to head as they likely have limited time. You, still in his grasp, whip your head around to determine where you guys are going. However, night had fallen and it was too dark to know your surroundings. The only light being the moon that shined through the clouds, “Smokey, wait. You– You can’t do that. The boys– My brother is going to misunderstand.” 

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” Smokey says, lifting you up and handing you to P on a platform attached to a crane. Reminding you of the ones that are used in the mines. As the boys all jump on, Yu hitting the lever before jumping on as well, the platform begins to move upwards. Finally allowing you down to your feet, Smokey brings you into his arms. Hiding his face in your hair as he attempts to control his shaky breathing, “I’m sorry. I just… can’t risk how they will react. Yamato has already seen your stomach and they likely have already begun to draw their own conclusions.”

“But…” However, your voice quickly trails off as you think. Smokey had a point. While you know your brother and his friends would never hurt you. Never. You could very easily get caught in the crossfire if things heated up too quickly between the groups. The gangs in SWORD were always on the brink of war with one another. Even the slightest of comments or looks could break the peace in seconds.

“I’m sorry.” Smokey repeats, lifting his head to press a kiss to your forehead. One that causes your eyes to flutter shut as you lean into his gentle and caring gesture. As he pulls away, you can see a slight glint in his eyes. One you can’t determine as the lift final comes to a stop. As you look around, you gain an understanding of where you are. All of you are in some sort of watch tower office. One that clearly belongs to the Rude Boys as you look around: maps, notes and their items strewn about the place. 

As you watch P pull out a batch of wires inside the panel of the lift, clearly cutting the power so it can’t be accessed from below, Smokey takes you in another room. While you guessed it was originally meant to be a small office meant for a manager, the Rude Boys had clearly turned it into a resting room of some sort. Torn pillows, blankets, and even an old twin mattress on the floor in the corner. Likely this room was used by the boys when they took turns watching from the tower on patrols. 

As Smokey shuts the door and calls your name, you turn your attention away from your surroundings and back to him. 

“Promise me.” He starts, bringing up a hand to cup your face. Swiping a thumb across your cheek as he looks you in the eyes, “Promise me that no matter what happens that you won’t run out into the mess of this.”

While you didn’t want to agree. Especially as you considered what could possibly happen and how many could get hurt. A thing that made you nauseous as you realized it was all caused by you. You knew you had to agree. If you left Smokey and the others worried, who knew what could happen to them. 

You knew the best option would be to allow Smokey to have a clear mind. One that could keep him calm and hopefully talk to your brother instead of having an all out brawl commence, “I promise…” 

Your words are quickly cut off as Smokey captures his lips in yours. It is passionate and heated compared to the usual pecks he gives you. One that takes your breath away and leaves you dizzy. 

And as Smokey pulls away, you see the glint return back in his eyes. You once again didn’t understand it, that is until Smokey pulls you once again into another hug. Kissing your hair as he sighs, once more trying to calm himself. 

It is as he does so, his body pressed up against yours more so than usual as he rests his chin on your head, that you feel it. 

“I…” You start, unable to help yourself from letting out a laugh. Instantly trying to muffle it in the fur of his jacket as you feel it pressed up against your hip, “Do you have…?”

“...Sorry.”

“Why do you…” You can’t help but let out another laugh at how Smokey shifts slightly away so you can no longer feel it. Always a gentleman. “Why do you have a boner, Smokey?”

“I–” As he pulled away to look at you, you could tell he felt embarrassed and quickly stopped laughing. His eyes looking more so to the wall than you, “It’s because… some guy is trying to take you away.”

“But… it's my brother.”

“I know.” His eyes snapping back to yours so you don’t misunderstand what he is trying to say, “It's because he has the power to stop me from seeing you. Permanently. That’s what it is, not who he is.”

“So… you are basically saying that you…,” You start, heat slightly spreading up your face at what you are about to say, “You are possessive over me and are trying to… stake your claim.”

Instantly, Smokey’s ears turn red and you can tell he just wants to bury his head back in your shoulder in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Smokey,” You say, reassuring the man as you come up and press a kiss to his lips. One he instantly melts into, “It’s pretty… attractive. Just not the right place or time.”

“Sorr–”

“Don’t apologize. We can… explore this later.” You say, cutting off another apology from him. While he wasn’t as prideful like your brother or the other sword leaders, he was apologizing a lot today. Even for him, “I just don’t want the boys or… my brother to walk in on us.”

Just as an uncomfortable shiver trails up your spine at the thought, you see Smokey freeze. Definitely horrified at the thought as well. 

“Another day it is,” He agrees, making you laugh a little. The sound bringing a small grin to his lips. Though not for long as a knock on the door breaks the happy atmosphere. 

“Smokey,” Takeshi says, pausing for a moment as he seems to determine his next words, “Cobra and the rest of Sannoh is here.” 

“Okay. I’ll be out in a moment,” The leader replies, before looking back at you. A concerned look once again returning to his face, “Please. Stay here.”

“...I will…” 

Giving you one last look as he opens the door, Smokey seems to take you in–almost as if he was thinking this might be the last time he would see you–before shutting it close. A soft click followed by what sounds like shuffling. It takes you a moment to realize the boys were pushing heavy boxes in front of the door in order to hide the room. 

As silence overtakes the room, you find yourself all alone. With the only light in the room being from a window covered in newspaper clipping, you can’t do much other than sit so as not to trip or fall. You can’t even pace to ease your worries. 

With a heavy sigh, you grab an old tattered quilt on the floor and sit in the corner on the old mattress. Wrapping yourself in the blanket as the cold spring night wind whips around outside. It was a long time spent in silence and your own thoughts. You couldn’t even look at your phone or the ultrasound photo of the triplets; both still in Takeshi’s possession. Sitting, waiting and thinking; that's all you could do. 

You even thought about sleeping, but you knew you couldn–

You let out a loud yelp as a crash resounds throughout the room. The glass of the window shattering and it takes you a moment to realize it was P. Covered in bruises and cuts as he attempts to get to his feet in the middle of the room, you realize someone had thrown him through it.

“Are you ok–” 

“Stay back!” P yells, stopping you from coming to him as you get to your feet. You are confused until you hear someone else jumping through the window as well. However, it's not who you expect. 

“So this is where you have been keeping her,” Koo says as he adjusts his white suit, slightly brushing something off his shoulder. Rocky’s assistant glances your way as you stare at him in shock; seeming to check over your figure. His eyes stopping on your stomach before his jaw clenches, “A bunch of heathens that's what you guys are. How many times did you take turns abusing and manipulating this woman?”

“Wait–” However you can’t even get a word in before you are suddenly lifted up, letting out a scream as someone begins to take you through the window.

“Let her–” P dodges as Koo attempts to hit him with his staff. The older man fully intending on blocking the Rude Boy from grabbing you as you are continued to be taken through. 

As you glance back, you see Shimura. The blonde male, with both of his eyes covered in those strange leather goggles of his, grins at you, “Got you!”

Of course, the White Rascals are here.  

Protector of Women. They would instantly jump in if one was in danger. You were just surprised your brother asked the group for help. At least you think he did. 

Did that mean the Rude Boys were outnumbered? Were any of the other SWORD groups here as well? You had too many questions and worries bouncing through your mind. Way too overwhelmed for what was good for you.

“Okay, now we are– Hey! Wait!” As soon as Shimura puts you down on the platform so you can stand, you instantly end up bolting. As to where you would go, you didn’t know. You knew you couldn’t go back in the office as that would be a dead end and Koo was still in there. Stuck on the highest point of the tower, you technically could only go one way. Down.

“Oi! That's dangerous!”

The white rascal chases after you, only to freeze in his steps as he watches you go over the railing and walk across a supported metal beam. Thank goodness the boys got bored one day and taught you some of their tricks. While you couldn’t do any of their crazy flips or spins, you could at least keep your balance and slide down on some things.

Grabbing hold of the fabric at the end of the beam that fell all the way to a platform a few floors below, you take a deep breath and step off the edge. An action that makes Shimura gasp and begin to yell at you to knock it off as you dangle on the material; drawing the attention of some of the others nearby. 

“Oi– Hey!” You nearly jump in fright as something grabs onto the fabric as well, however you breathe a sigh of relief when you just realize it is just P. The young man a bit more bruised than a couple moments ago when you saw him but he seemed to escape Koo’s grasp without an issue. 

“Be careful,” P says as places one of his arms around your waist, just in case you slipped so he could grab you, “Let's try to get you away from this mess.”

“Okay.”

With a deep breath, you and P begin to slide down the fabric. A bit slower than what the Rude Boys would normally do, but thankfully you got to the bottom without any issues. 

“The bikes–Shit.” Just as P goes to look at something, he instantly stops in his tracks. As you look to your right, you see both Rocky and your brother making their way to you. Simply stated, Cobra looked pissed. 

“Hino, wait–” You start only to stop once something jumps down in front of you. Taking you by surprise, it takes a moment to realize it was Smokey. While you normally would be more than glad to see the young man, it wasn’t right now. Your heart stopping when you see the crimson liquid dripping from his lips, knowing it was from his lungs, “Stop. Stop! Everyone just stop!”

As you clutch onto Smokey, screaming at everyone, Cobra and Rocky pause in their steps. Well maybe not Cobra if it weren’t for Rocky sticking out a hand to stop him. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as Smokey gets to his feet, a little shaky as he wipes his lips. The man nods his head but makes no effort to move, instead bringing you close so you are behind him. P behind both of you so as to watch your backs.

“Stay… Stay behind,” Smokey chokes out, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over it. As he looks back at you, unable to help yourself–mostly out of worry–you take the sleeve of your jacket and rub away the crimson liquid falling from the man’s lips. An action that has you wincing as Smokey ends up accidentally having a coughing fit into the fabric; Spiting up more blood in the process but you don’t bring your hand away. Too worried about him than anything else. 

“Smokey, you bastard!” Cobra suddenly yells, catching you off guard as you look to see your brother practically fuming as he glares down the male. If looks could kill, right? “I thought of you better than this. You have a sister but you– you still allow your group to manipulate and rape–”

“Hold up! Wait!” You shout, cutting off the extreme conclusion your brother came to. Not even wanting him to finish that sentence. Taking a deep breath you finally decide it was time to address the obvious. No more running away in fear or allowing Smokey to protect you.

“Hino, they never did any of that. I– Smokey and I…” You take your gaze away from your brother to look at Smokey. The haggard man slightly panting in order to breathe but smiles gently as you Interlock your fingers with his. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, “Smokey and I are together.”

“What?”

“Well sort of together,” You say, mumbling slightly; not noticing the tone your brother used, “We became close friends and… things sort of happened… and then I got pregnant. I–”

“You–” Something suddenly smashes nearby, making you jump slightly and cut off your words. Instantly Smokey pushes you further behind him and it takes you a moment to realize it was caused by Cobra. Your brother having kicked something nearby to him in a heat of rage, “You can’t be serious. This– This has to be some sort of lie. He must be manipulating–”

“It’s not!” You yell back, your emotions finally coming crashing down on you, “I just– I just…”

You let out a heavy sigh as you cross your arms, slightly gnawing at your lip as you begin to feel anxious. Especially knowing you had to explain your decision, “I was just scared to tell you, Hino.”

Your brother seems to pause for a moment. His gaze slightly growing less sharp and cold upon hearing your words, “Scared to tell me…?”

“I…” You gulp, feeling tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. Damn it, “I–I knew I messed up. I don’t regret anything with Smokey but I knew that because he was from another group that it could cause problems. I wanted to tell you but– but– I was scared if it would cause a fight or– or– if it would disappoint you– or–”

You sniff a little, wiping your eyes as tears rolled down your cheek. It's silent from Cobra’s end and you can’t bring yourself to look up at your older brother. Though through blurry vision trained to the ground you see Smokey turn around. Guessing he was looking at you as he began to rub comforting circles in your hand. Unable to help yourself–the simple act reducing you to sobs–you can’t help but throw yourself in the male’s arms; hiding your head in the man’s jacket as you cry.

However as you cry in Smokey’s jacket, trying to calm the aching and horrible feeling in your heart, it isn’t long before a hand grasps your arm and you are pulled into another’s hold. The other person’s arms instantly wrapping around your body tightly as they place their chin on your shoulder. Smelling the cologne and laundry detergent you knew your brother used made you sob even harder when you realized it was him who was holding you.

“I–I’m–m so sorry– Sorry, Hino–” You sob out, your voice breaking and cracking as you attempt to pull yourself together. Especially as your brother hushes you and draws shapes on your shoulder with his hand to get you to calm down. Something he has done ever since you two were kids.

“Idiot… What are you apologizing for?” Cobra says, pulling his head back up so you can see each other. With a small frown on his face, he brings up a thumb and wipes the tear stains from your cheeks, “I’m not angry or disappointed in you. Sure, you and Smokey…”

He takes the chance to send the male a glare from over your shoulder. One you probably would guess, Smokey gave right back; knowing him.

“...I’m not too happy about it but it's at least better than Murayama or… Hyuga. I would definitely kill them if that ever happened.” You can’t help but let out a small choked laugh at your brother’s comment. Especially as he grumbles about the last part, “But, if anything, I’m just upset and worried you felt like you couldn’t tell anyone this.”

“Technically, all of nameless city knew–”

“Doesn’t count.” Your brother sternly says, cutting P off, “You couldn’t have even told Naomi?”

“You know she would instantly tell Yamato or you.”

Your brother huffs but understands that you were very much correct in your assumption. While she kept some secrets from the boys, you knew she would definitely tell the boys about it the moment she found out about anything between you and Smokey. Entirely for your safety of course.

“So…” Your brother starts after a sigh, seeming awkward but you could tell he wanted to ask something, “How long have you and Smokey been a… thing?”

“Well…” You turn to Smokey who seems to freeze at the subject. Knowing this could quickly set Cobra off as well, “We aren’t really together. We sort of…”

“…are messing around?”

“No, no,” You say, quickly reassuring your brother as he attempts to go around you. Likely to give Smokey a piece of his mind if he thought of you as a ‘fun time’, “It wasn’t physical. Definitely not at first. We would just… rely on the other to share our deepest secrets and to seek reassurance when we weren’t okay. It isn't until later that the other stuff just… happened.” 

Grumbling under his breath, your brother seems still quite unhappy about the whole situation but honestly–-truly honest–his reaction could have been a lot worse. Especially knowing him and all the scenarios you conjured up in your head. 

It is only as heavy boots approach you, that you forgot about one crucial thing. A thing that makes your blood run cold once more.

“Sor–Sorry, Rocky,” You murmur sheepishly, glancing at the Rascals leader as he approaches. While he outwardly didn’t look pissed, some of the White Rascals men were definitely beaten up. A clear indicator in the bruises and cuts on Kaito, Kizzy and Koo’s faces as they walk up behind their leader, “Sorry you got dragged into this mess–”

However, the White Rascals leader raises his hand, signaling you to stop in your rant. A small smile gracing his lips, that quickly disappears as you blink. Reaching into his pocket, the man pulls out a business card and gives it to you.

“If shit hits the fan again and you need help,” He starts, pulling down his sunglasses he gives you a knowing wink, “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Hey.” Your brother warns as the White Rascal leader walks away. But, the Rascals don’t listen and just ignore your brother; instead cheering and exhaustingly leaving as they eaves you goodbye. The only one seeming to still pay attention to your group was Kizzy. The young woman holding up a small picture–almost making you choke on your spit as you instantly identify it–and sending you a knowing smile.

“You better stop by at the club,” Kizzy yells as Kaito wraps an arm around her shoulder, beginning to lead her away, “I want to see more of these cuties.”

“Hey!” Yu yells as he leaps down next to you guys. However the Rascals are already walking down the metal steps; no longer in hearing distance, “That’s ours!”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You reassure, stopping the younger male from chasing after them. Clearly pouting at the fact they stole something they were waiting for, “I got plenty of extra copies.”

“Extra copies…?” Cobra asks as Yu yells upwards at Takeshi. Asking him to come down so as to get his copy. Once more you freeze as you realize your brother has no idea about the appointment today… nor the results.

“Well…” You start as Takeshi joins you guys. A nervous sweat breaking out as you see the rest of Sannoh and Rude Boys coming out from the structure as well, coming to likely see what the ruckus is about, “...twin genes, am I right?”

As Takeshi holds out a picture to Cobra, you back up and return to Smokey’s side. Allowing Sannoh and your brother to process what exactly they were seeing. Hoping their reaction wouldn’t be too bad as you left them alone with the other Rude Boys.

“You okay?” You ask Smokey, cupping the male’s face. His stern eyes easing as you approach; seeming to melt into your touch as he wraps a hand around your waist. Always liking you close by within arms length.

Instead of responding, Smokey leans in and takes your lips with his. While you flinch a little at the sticky feeling, reminding you he was just coughing up blood a few moments ago, you eventually relax and return the loving kiss. Humming as Smokey takes his other calloused hand and gently cups the back of your neck. Playing with the baby hairs located there that causes shivers to shoot up your spine.

As Smokey pulls away, a loving gaze on his face. You can’t help but grin uncontrollably back at him. An action he seems to like as he wraps you in his arms and presses kisses to your face. A smile beginning to grow on his—

“Smokey… I think we should have a talk.”

Uh oh.

You forgot about Cobra standing right there. 

[ranchycowgirllover]

Alright so I made a Stella Re-Design, this post ‘ill be kinda long cuz I wanna explain things and such

My main problems with this design are 1- Details that are unneeded that lead to inconvenience in the animation department (like seriously watch scenes with her and focus on her lashes) 2- This outfit isn’t very regal, I’m guessing the bottom of the dress is supposed to resemble feathers idk it just doesn’t look good.

Alright so we have that out of the way, I have made a few different possible re designs. You’ll see the one I prefer at the end.

This one I tried to keep more in line with the original pink princess theme. Simplified the dress and hair (I imagine that her hair can fluff up when she’s angry) and I replaced the dark purple with a maroon. I also made her hair white. This way the only purple is her make up which should cause you to look at her face more.

This one is a more evil Queen inspired Stella, used the purple as a main dress color, I gave her green/blue eyes and grey hair which she had in the pilot. The eyes are help tell her apart from her husband, and the hair change is to make her look older and more regal. I changed the style of dress now she looks less little girl costume princess. (No hate to princess peach)

This is a younger Stella design that I did. My canon is that she was dressed this way as to appeal more to Stolas.

Now this is the final design that I chose. The purple is for royalty, I did away with the dark purple as to make her look less threatening. And the dress is rococo era inspired just because I those dresses no real reason

I also did a design for her brother.

His changes were simplify his outfit, and the other stuff like his hair were changed to match his redesigned sister

Alright so that’s all the art. The rest of the this is just going to be me ranting and raving about her character.

Okay so I think we should acknowledge how fucked Stella’s situation is. She’s in an arranged marriage and her only purpose in hells society was to give birth to an heir.

Stolas and her brother are shown to have magic powers, and Stolas we know he has princely duty’s so we can assume the same for her brother. Stella doesn’t have any of these she was meant to be a baby a maker. Even her name Stella compliments Stolas’s role as star prince or whatever.

Now in the first episode of season 2 we have Stella making fun of her husband how he’s bad in bed and how she’s glad she doesn’t have to fuck him because she’s given birth. I think this is Viv’s attempt at making this situation seem less fucked up.

I don’t even know it just makes me really uncomfortable that this very feminine woman in a shitty situation is being vilified. Like if I was in Stella’s situation I’d probably have anger issues too. I’m just so tired of being told that feminine outrage and displays of anger make us monstrous bitches.

Now obviously Stolas being forced into a loveless marriage also sucks and is an awful situation for him too. But he’s not that much better than Stella. Both are shown to be physically abusive to the castle staff, and Stella for all her faults isn’t black mailing someone into sex.

Now having two shitty people wouldn’t bother me if the narrative didn’t bend over backwards to make Stolas seem like such good guy, just an uwu gay bean. His wife is SO mean she won’t let the gay people be happy 🥺. Also painting abusers as cartoonishly evil monsters does a disservice to people who have been abused is all I’m saying.

Anyways I’ll hopefully have a Stolas Redesign up next

Bye now

[the-lonelyshepherd]

ok the like. the oc relationship ask. pleeees

10, 27, 19, 22, 20 for shay and cat

18, 19, 25, 22 for shay and katarzyna

HELLO! yes.

10, 27, 19, 22, 20 for shay and cat

10. What is one major difference between them?

oh there’s so many,,,,,,,,, um. i’d say their upbringing/families? 

first off shay is a youngest child with a fairly large age difference (like 8 years minimum) between her and her older sisters. cat on the other hand is the oldest daughter with two younger brothers. cat also has a TON of family in the area while shay’s family immigrated from ireland and england and have no other family in the area. so cat also grey up with a ton of cousins/aunts/uncles and shay was very isolated. weirdgirl 

cat had a very straight path in life that she made for herself which was like. i will work on a ranch 👍 (that’s not reallyyyy what she wanted to do but she gave up her dreams a long time ago) while shay was like poor family kid running around fishing and climbing -> really sudden transition to we have money and power and you have to act like it. this kinda means that cat is very like. she’s practical she knows how stuff works she knows how to do things. and shay is kinda all over the place with a bunch of random little skills but also like shockingly useless in a lot of random stuff. like she can shoot (cat probably could but won’t. for reasons) but she can’t cook very well at all. 

they both had very like tumultuous childhoods but in a different way. shay’s was very like she should have been a son and her dad just kinda pretended he could treat her the same until it got to the point where he couldn’t and then he started resenting her a little and everything got awful very fast. cat had parents who could be a little strict but loved her a lot and then the Events happened and now she lives with her aunt and uncle who love her very much as well but she just doesn’t. believe that. guilty guilty guilty. the cowbird

27. How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other? 

they go very far to every extreme in a way that’s almost concerning. cat HAS killed shay. shay killed someone for cat before they even really knew each other at all. 

cat has also risked her life and permanently scarred herself to bring shay BACK. late story is more shaky in my head but the answer to the second part is yeah. horribly so

19. Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

i think they would eat each other if they could but they would never say that 

in all seriousness they have a really. weird relationship. it’s two people who never really knew each other get thrown into an awful weird situation place where they are now each others only company for most of the time and also there are Monsters. so they kind of do friendship all out of order it’s like…. names. kill for each other. deepest traumas. stabbing. what’s your favorite color? 

i’m sure there’s a part of them that wishes they were more distant bc they do end up hurting each other a lot. and also hurting themselves by doing that. but i also think they are a bonded pair that should not be separated like those cats at the shelter

22. When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

orurghhhhh there’s this one scene im working on..,,,,,

20. What is their best memory together?

oryrghhh…. i’ve been reworking the story a bit but im gonna use the og plan to answer this one. so probs like reaching the coast. it’s kind of like a . it’s over we made it we’re both here moment. 

i’m sure they’ll get better memories as they get older :) ill be nice

18, 19, 25, 22 for shay and katarzyna

18. Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

i think it’s temporary for katarzyna for sure. she kinda sees shay as like… a means to an end. at some point the line blurs between shay and helena (katarzynas little sister that she’s using shay to try to get back). 

for shay on the other hand,,, i know deep down she knows it’s temporary. not because she knows she’s being used but because she knows she’s going to die. but she clings to katarzyna anyways. she’ll bleed for anything if it holds her tight enough :(

19. Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

complicyaed ,,,,,,, very much so. unsatisfied because they’ll both never have enough of anything  i think.  

 shay wishes they were closer. bc it’s. shay and she’s like that and also other reasons that i wouldnprobably write way too much about if i started on them now.

katarzyna both keeps shay at arms length and is like the most traumadumping blurring-the-lines-on-who-you-actually-are bitch EVER. like are you my daughter are you my sister are you a god. i don’t know!!! it’s kind offffff like the whole shauna/callie thing but a bit different. i love you but do i love you or who i think you are sometimes. i don’t want you near me you’re everything ive lost you’re the only thing i have left. and then from the other side it’s like all i want is an adult who cares about me all i want is someone who can tell me im okay. they’re so horrible

25. If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

WEIRD.

idk like. it’s kind of impossible to tell who they are to each other the dynamic is just.  idk how to even. describe it. i tried with the earlier question. maybe like….. a mentor situation? if you just kinda saw them? like a mother daughter kind of . more like an apprentice thing

22. when were they most vulnerable with each other?

oh god um. they kind of take turns 😭 i can think of a few occasions but they would take a shitton of context to explain. soooooo. if im going with older story framing maybe after shay killed her dad and then came back. that was something for sure

TYSM FOR THIS GRINNNNNN I THOUGHT WBOIT THEM AND THREW UP A LITTLE 😁😁😁🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[thelightsandtheroses]

Call It What You Want: one - this is the day your life will surely change

Pairing: Frankie Morales x female reader (as she’s Tom Davis’ sister, she’s may not be really suitable as a complete reader insert but physical descriptions are avoided)

Summary: Tom Davis’ younger half-sister never expected to move back to Florida, but eight months after her brother’s untimely death and in the wake of her, in hindsight, ill-advised marriage ending, here she is. Frankie Morales is trying to get it together after his relapse on returning to Florida led to the breakdown of his relationship. His priorities now are finding his own place so he doesn’t need to sleep on Pope’s couch, maintaining sobriety, spending more time with his daughter and getting his pilot’s licence back. So when the two of them end up sharing an apartment, it seems like the ideal solution. However, things are never that simple, are they?

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI (18+ only), language, discussions of drug abuse and addiction including a non-explicit reference to an overdose, allusions to a previously abusive relationship (not detailed or specified), discussions of death, PTSD, canon typical violence, do I need to warn for mentions of Tom (it’s post-movie though!) the reader is Tom’s half sister, though I have avoided physical descriptions and there is no use of y/n.

Word Count: 3.7k

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Frankie

Hope is a dangerous thing. Frankie’s spent years in the army, focusing on isolated missions, isolated goals. He was a weapon, a tool, one who became less of a person by the day. He saved people, he killed people. He learnt quickly there is no offsetting, no balance to that.

The army, the world, they taught Frankie that hope was a luxury you discard quickly. Detachment and the ability to compartmentalise became far more useful to him.

Then he had Gabby. Somehow amongst his many failures, against every part of him that knows he’s not good enough to be her dad, or to be in her life at all, there’s a lifebuoy, a glimmer of opportunity.

It’s still strange being in the home he shared with Melissa for years as a guest. He’s surrounded by the ghosts of a life he thought could have. It doesn’t hurt though, not as much at least.

Gabby’s playing with one of her toys, cheerfully babbling away with her dark curls in a loose high ponytail on the top of her head. Every time Frankie looks at her, he’s filled with that anxiety-inducing sense of love, of failure, of everything. He wants her to have everything, wants to be better for her. He will be.

“So, when do you get the keys for your new place?” Melissa says, handing him a steaming mug of coffee.

“Tomorrow. God, I’ll be glad to get off Santi’s couch,” Frankie says, rubbing his shoulder automatically.

“I bet.”

“I’m - I’m trying here, Melissa.”

“I know, I know you are, Frankie.” She opens her mouth for a moment but doesn’t say anything.

After a moment, Frankie takes a gulp of his coffee and goes back to watching their daughter.

Gabby is the one who breaks the silence by handing Frankie one of her toys and looking at him with what he can only describe as the most effective puppy eyes he’s seen. She is going to be a nightmare when she’s older, Frankie just knows it. How can he ever say no to her?

“Okay mija,” he says, sliding down from the couch to join her on the floor. “What are we doing here?”

“Do - do you everything you need?” Melissa asks, “for the apartment. We’ve - we’ve never done the whole dividing stuff up, have we? I mean you put some of your things in the garage, but do you have everything you need there?”

Frankie looks up. “I could do a couple of things maybe - most of it’s in the garage still, like you said.”

“Okay, well let’s sort that out then.” Melissa smiles at Frankie and it’s strangely reassuring. “I need to go dial into this work call, be back soon.”

For a while, it’s just Frankie and Gabby which he loves. When he was younger and he heard the other people in his barracks or missions talk about their kids, he couldn’t understand it. How could you be that fascinated by a baby who couldn’t even fully talk yet? He knows now though.

Melissa walks back in, massaging her brow with a hand. “God, I hate this office sometimes.”

“I should probably go in a minute.”

“Wait, um, Frankie, I was thinking … I forgot to say earlier, I have a thing - an overnight thing on Thursday, do you want to have Gabby then? I was going to take her to my mom’s but -” Thing is definitely code for date judging by her face.

“No, definitely, yeah.” It doesn’t even sting like he thought it would, though Frankie knows Melissa’s been a few dates in the last few months. In fact, all Frankie can think about is how it’ll be the longest unsupervised visit with his daughter since that night, how maybe there is some hope.

“You can keep her here, okay?” Melissa says softly.

Frankie nods. It’ll be another night on a sofa but one he doesn’t mind for once.

“Let’s get you settled where you are, see how things go. She adores you, Frankie, and I - I want you in her life, I need you to be, just-” she falters and shrugs.

He looks at his ex-partner and nods. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m there for her, anytime.”

“Good.”

Frankie reverts to focusing on whatever toy his daughter is trying to get him to join her in playing with.

“You know, I still can’t believe your roommate is Tom’s sister,” Melissa says after a moment.

“Blame Benny, it was his idea,” Frankie replies casually, “She seems fine though, very normal. Quiet even, makes a change from when I was at Benny’s.” Staying at Benny’s had been a challenge in Frankie’s early days of recovery. Benny’s one of his best friends but he’s loud and exuberant, even when he’s just faking it, and when you’re deep into the migraine and depression stage of withdrawal, well… it’s testament to their bond that they are still good friends.

“Are you going to be okay with that?”

“The quiet?”

“Her being Tom’s sister.” Melissa doesn’t know everything about South America, she can’t. The only people who really know are him, Santi, Benny and Will. They’ll probably take it to their graves. Melissa knows it was a recce, that it went wrong, that Tom died. He wanted to tell her, once, but he couldn’t. She knows enough though. She saw enough.

“It’ll be fine,” he says. “I’ll be fine.”

Melissa only hums in response.

“Hey Frankie? About Tom’s sister, you know, I remember her from - from his birthday last year,” Melissa says after a moment.

“Oh yeah?” Frankie asks distractedly, taking a different proffered toy from his daughter. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“She seemed sad,” Melissa says thoughtfully, “At Tom’s birthday, she was upset.”

Frankie looks up from Gabby. He’s surprised by Melissa’s observation and tries to remember the event in question. Gabby was only a few weeks old; he remembers that, remembers how the two of them had been so tired, how proud the two of them had been that they’d even made it to the party in the first place.

“How could you tell?” Frankie asks.

Melissa rolls her eyes. “She just looked sad, Frankie, I don’t know.“

You

In retrospect, perhaps agreeing to move in with one of your brother’s old army friends you only vaguely know and have had just half an hour’s worth of coffee with, to an apartment you hadn’t actually seen in person, is reckless.

On the plus side, you’re finally moving out of your ex-sister-in-law’s spare room. Not that you dislike Molly, it’s just too much.

You grab the nearest box on the passenger seat of your car, slamming the door shut with your hip as you try and artfully lock the car with the remote without dropping anything.

The apartment block looks fine, clean and white painted on the outside. It’s time.

For the past week and ever since the coffee shop meeting, most of your communication with Frankie had been around the leases and furniture. The apartment is unfurnished but between the two of you, the generosity of your family and friends, and one rushed IKEA online order, you’ve been able to pull together enough between you to ensure the apartment has the basics. 

The door to the apartment is open and you walk in to find Frankie, Benny, Will and Santiago in the main living area assembling a coffee table.

“Hey,” Will says, calling your name cheerfully. Benny immediately jogs over to you to take the box from your arms.

“Where’s this going, sweetheart? We thought you’d be here later.”

“My room,” you say, “which is - crap, which one did we agree on?”

“Yours is the one on the left,” Frankie says, pointing the screwdriver he was holding in the general vicinity of your room.

“I’ll uh - get the rest of my boxes from the car.”

Will quickly stands up to join you, wrapping a comforting arm around you as you make your way back to your car.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

“Good, thanks for all your help.”

“It’s fine, it’s nothing, honest.” Will leans against your car door. “I’m just glad to see you’re in a better place now, getting things together.” It’s the closest you’ve come to discussing the morning you turned up at Will’s hotel room in New York and quietly announced to him that you were leaving your husband. Benny and Will had taken you back to your old townhouse, helped you pack a bag, asked guarded questions about what had changed from the day before when you’d had coffee with them before Benny’s fight that you’d danced around in the same way as you imagined Benny had moved around his opponent the night before. Will organised your flight and had even managed to arrange your seat with them. Benny had distracted you on the flight home with jokes and then when you’d panicked before landing about what on earth you were doing, Benny had quietly reassured you, had even held your hand.

This brotherhood, you realise quickly isn’t about you. The Millers helped you because you were Tom’s sister, you know that. These people are Frankie’s, they are here for him, to get him set up. This is a team effort; this is a family almost. It’s sweet to see; the brotherhood and loyalty between the four of them echoes through the room but doesn’t make you feel a complete spare part either.

 You briefly wonder if Tom would be here if he was alive, helping assemble furniture and move boxes. If he were and if you’re honest, you’re not sure which of the two of you he’d be there for.

Hours later, as Santiago is the last of Frankie’s friends to leave, you look around you. This is real. This is happening.

You wander from your bedroom in the main kitchen living area. Frankie is in his room, so you have a moment to get yourself together. This is your home now too.

You turn on the TV and scroll until you find a show you were partway through. You curl up on the end of the sofa you’ve decided to claim as your own in Frankie’s absence.

This is nice, you think.

Frankie walks out of his room, casually jamming his phone into his jeans pocket. Out of the corner of your eye, you follow him as he opens the fridge to get a drink and then walks over to you.

“Oh, is this the latest episode?” he asks casually, pointing at the TV after artlessly flopping onto the other side of the sofa. “I love this show.”

“Yeah, it is.  - I only just put it on. Do you want me to rewind?”

“Did I miss anything important?”

“Not really, don’t think so.”

“I’m good then.”

It’s going to be okay.

One episode turns into two and that awkward tension you’ve been worried about eases. You notice that Frankie relaxes too, how his arm swings over the top of the sofa and his fingers stop dancing on the sofa.

His phone sounds and he digs it out of his pockets, rapidly typing a response before putting it back.

“It’s Mel, she’s sorting out Thursday. I’ve got Gabby then. I’m staying at hers.” He drops his phone down between the two of you and though the cracked screen, you briefly notice his lock-screen is a photo of a small toddler. Frankie had mentioned Gabby when you had coffee and Ella would probably kill you if you ever told her this, but seeing the genuine love and adoration he had for his daughter weirdly made you feel a little more reassured about the whole roommate idea. You’re not sure if that makes you a terrible feminist, easy prey for a serial killer or just plain naive. Or normal, it could be totally normal, right?

You did also try and grill Frankie on his relationship with his ex and from what he said, and what you may or may not have confirmed with Benny, it seems amicable enough. Must be amicable enough if he’s staying over there.

“She’s adorable,” you say, pointing at his phone.

“Gabby?” Everything about Frankie’s face softens, “She’s amazing, I mean she can be a complete terror, but - yeah, she’s the best.” He trails off towards the end, looks away from you and towards the balcony doors.

You’ve noticed this, the way sometimes Frankie seems to go somewhere else. You’re not stupid, you know where he goes. Your brother wore the same vacant stares for a while.

“Do you want to watch one more episode?” you ask.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” When Frankie smiles, it’s dazzling.

You yawn loudly as you carefully stir your pasta sauce in the pan. You’re so tired. The last few days of work have been busier than usual, plus you’ve had several gruelling calls with your lawyer this week trying to iron out details that seem so trivial, so petty you can hardly believe there are people being paid to debate and agree this. You hate his phone calls; you never sleep well afterwards.

You’re off tomorrow though. Thankfully! To mark the occasion, you’re cooking a real meal tonight; an old pasta recipe you’ve perfected over the years since college.

It feels natural; living here, somehow it already feels more like a home than your old house ever did. It was a gorgeous house in New York, you could admit that, but everything was so sterile, so clean and pristine you felt afraid just breathing would somehow tarnish it.

You’ve been living in the apartment for almost two weeks now. For the first week it reminded you of college; of the first time you lived with strangers, especially boys, and how you used to always make sure you were never in your pyjamas or seen not fully ready in common spaces. You’re older now and there’s only one bathroom so that isn’t really the same concern anymore.

Now, you think you’ve both found some rhythms to your new routines. It feels less stilted - maybe Frankie is even becoming your friend of sorts.

You haven’t mentioned Tom - neither of you have.

Lost in your reverie, you turn around to add the next ingredient and are stunned to find the dish towel on the work surface next to the hob is now alight.

The fire alarm starts.

Your reflex as is to block your ears from the shrill sound rather than attend to the actual issue but you manage to beat that urge and open the kitchen window as wide as you can with one hand as you throw the tea towel in the sink and turn the tap on.

“Crap, crap, crap, crap.”

You smell the pasta sauce next. In the few, short moments you’ve been distracted with almost setting fire to the damn apartment, your sauce has burned.

“No, oh fuck,” you whisper.

The alarm continues to sound as you angrily turn the hob off and grab the pan from the stove, starting at the scene in front of you.

The tea towel steams in the sink with your surely now ruined dinner by the side. It had been going so well; what were you thinking? You couldn’t even be trusted to do the most basic things. You swear this didn’t used to be a problem.

It’s not even your tea towel, it’s Frankie’s which somehow makes it worse. Your failings are bleeding onto him, you must be a terrible roommate. He surely regrets ever allowing this to happen.

There’s an acrid smell of burning, of burnt food, of the burnt towel.

Nate was right about you.

Every bad thought hits you like a punch, clouding your vision, squeezing your lungs until it’s hard to breathe. Your heart is hammering in your chest.

You’re not in your apartment right now, you’re lost in a wave of memories and moments you would want to forget.

“What’s happened?” Frankie says, having come out of his room - no doubt at the sound of the alarm which is continuing to blare loudly.  He looks panicked as he quickly makes his way to the kitchen.

“I -”

“Oh,” he says, sounding surprisingly relieved. It strikes you that perhaps he thought it was something more serious, you’ve probably worried him unnecessarily.          

The alarm stops at last and the resulting silence is somehow worse.

“Fuck,” you say, your voice sounding so small and pathetic. You won’t cry in front of him, you won’t.

“It’s just a cloth,” he says, his voice low and calm. He’s so close to you right now. His presence is steadying and brings the weight back to your body somehow.

“I can’t even prepare something as basic as -”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” His hand hovers over your back, almost nervously for a second before you feel him make contact, gently touch your back to bring you back down to the here and now. “You okay? Didn’t burn yourself?”

“It’s not,” you say fiercely, embarrassment rising that he’s here and being so nice to you about this. “It’s not okay.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then it is going to be fine,” he replies firmly. “I hated that fucking dish towel.”

“I ruined my pasta sauce. It’s meant to be my best recipe.”

“I burn stuff all the time, sweetheart. All the time.”

“I-”

“C’mon,” Frankie guides you out of the kitchen area over to the sofa.

For a moment you’re not sure why he’s doing this, why he’s being so kind to you. You notice he’s looking down, looking at your hands. They’re trembling and you immediately stuff them into your jean’s pockets. This is so embarrassing.

 “I- uh - I’ve got leftovers if you don’t want to cook tonight anymore, or we can start it again if you really need that pasta today,” Frankie says gently.

“You just told me you burn stuff all the time” you say blankly.

“There she is,” he says with a wry smile, “I take it all back.”  He smiles at you and gently tucks a strand of hair beyond your ear.  You find yourself starting at Frankie’s eyes. His dark eyes are so expressive, almost imploring now. You wonder what he’s thinking about; it must be serious because his brow is furrowed.

He moves suddenly. “I’m going to get a drink; do you want one?”

“Um, sure?”

‘Soda, beer or water?”

“Soda, please.” You pause for a moment before adding” Hey Frankie, what are the leftovers?”

“Pizza,” Frankie says, “From the good place. I didn’t want to cook tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Sunlight frames the kitchen, erasing the drama of the night before.  In this light, things feel brighter, softer even.

Despite it being your day off, you still promptly woke up twenty minutes before your usual alarm but you’ve allowed yourself an extra hour in bed. However now you need coffee.

You place your coffee pot on the stove before moving to rummage through the cupboard for the peanut butter.

Your phone is quietly playing music as you take out some breakfast for yourself; you don’t want to disturb Frankie this early in the morning. Although you spend so much of your working time making coffee for others now, you still love the drink and your morning rituals.

Back in New York, you had an extravagant and high spec espresso machine, but now, even with just your moka pot and cheap milk steamer, it tastes just as good.

As if by magic though, just as the coffee has almost finished bubbling in the pot, you hear Frankie’s door open.

“Morning,” you say brightly. “Coffee? I’m making a pot so you can have some if you want.”

“Even on your day off, huh?”

“Well the moka pot’s easier than the machine at work though.”

“Oh, you’re making it in the moka pot?”

“It tastes better,” you says with a slightly defensive tone to your voice.

“Oh, I know it does,” Frankie says, humming in approval. He walks over, rubbing his eyes drowsily as he approaches you. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt and as he runs his hands through his hair, it exposes the skin between his t-shirt and sweatpants and you - you should not notice this.

“And you’re going to share it?”

“I’ve offered, haven’t I?“ You take the coffee off the hob and finish your preparations.

“Then yes, absolutely. Please. You know you’re actually a great roommate right?”

You laugh before adding,“Well, I did set fire to your dish towel last night.”

“If you’re going to offer me the decent coffee every time you set a teatowel on fire, then I’ll head to Ikea right now.”

“Eh, if you get used to it, it’ll lose the magic.“

“True.”

You finish pouring the milk into the coffee. “Sugar?”

“Two heaped ones, please.”

“Two?”

“Sweet tooth,” he mumbles as he moves behind you  to take his mug of coffee. He accidentally brushes against you, sending a shiver down your spine as he touches your arm. You’re suddenly starkly aware of the fact you’re only in the pair of shorts and a t-shirt you’d been sleeping in.

 “M’sorry,” he grumbles.

“It’s fine,“ you reply quickly, turning around to face him.

“Thanks.” He takes a gulp of coffee, exhaling happily afterwards. “The coffee’s really good.”

You take a sip of your own steaming mug of coffee. “It’s nothing,”you say quietly.

“I uh- better get ready for work,” he says after a moment, “Have a good day off though.” He waves awkwardly as he takes his mug of coffee back to his room.

You lean against the kitchen counter for a moment, taking careful sips of your coffee as you replay the conversation.

[master-of-metal66]

I’m alive, finally I crawled out of my coffin. I have to catch up on tumblr 😅

Anyway, here we go with Xavier’s backstory. I’ll probably still work on some details, but generally that’s it, that’s my biker boy, how and why he landed in Santa Carla.

This became much longer (this one part have 5,361 words, let alone the rest) than I planned, so I split it into three parts and some random things about Marko and Xavier relationship. (Sorry for all mistakes I made. I’m not used to writing so long stuff and English isn’t my first language).  I think I made Marko a bit ooc here, let me know what you think 😖

Life on the outskirts of Tecate, one of the cities on the border between Mexico and United States sometimes wasn't easy, Xavier knew it from an early age.

Bullied by his peers, the illness of his younger sister, the loss of one of his siblings - it was a lot for a vulnerable and quiet kid like Xavier. But there was one thing that kept him together, his family has always been associated with one of the well-known motorcycle clubs in this area - the Westside Eagles.

Xavier joined the club at the age of fifteen, just like his father and brothers before him. He probably never would have done it had it not been for the death of his older brother Miquel in a shootout with a rival club. That was the hardest time in his life and had the biggest influence on him out of all his family. Back then his desire for revenge changed him from that quiet, soft kid to a cold, careless and irritable teen. While growing up, when he almost went to jail and through his entire path from prospect to full-patched club member, he saw a lot of similar and even worse situations in which people were put. He realized that revenge wouldn’t bring him relief, it only dragged him down, ruining his relationship with loved ones and the club. So he finally accepted it. 

Maybe that’s what shaped his character, the amount of experience opened his eyes. He returned to being the person he used to be, starting to prefer to solving problems with his mind rather than with unnecessary violence.

Westside Eagles was one of those ,,motorcycle clubs" that worked on the border, smuggling drugs and weapons mainly for the cartels, Xavier wasn’t always directly involved. He always had a hand in repairing things, especially cars and motorcycles. So it wasn't strange that he became a club mechanic. He enjoyed spending most of his time in peace in the car workshop on the premises of Eagles clubhouse.

That was until one time when he agreed to help his brothers - Diego and Felipe during one of the transfers. It probably saved his siblings’ lives at some point, but put him on the run because, as you might expect, not everything went well.

It was supposed to be some kind of ,,special" delivery ordered for the cartel, the Eagles usually worked for, that was supposed to be a quick job.

So it was… at first glance, entering the tunnel in an old slaughterhouse, overcoming the tunnel, it was easy. Problems began when Xavier, his brothers, and two other club members were already on the other side of the border wall. Tunnel exit was located in one of the warehouses on private property, owned by one of cartel’s associates. It was weird for the whole group that he wasn’t waiting for them as usual. Xavier was the one who discovered why. While men started to unloading crates with drugs, he went to the man's house next to the warehouse, where he found him shot, along with two other cartel members. It must have happened shortly before their arrival. Xavier knew that they were in serious trouble. He ran back, not knowing that someone was watching him.

When he returned to the warehouse and told the others about what he saw, Diego felt an impulse to open one of the crates. It was half empty. At the same moment, the whole group heard footsteps. Everything happened quickly when cops entered the building. Eagles immediately understood what had happened. Someone framed them, and the worst thing was that probably it was someone from their own club since no one on the outside knew where they kept the goods and when or where they entered the tunnel.

The shootout was inevitable, men were able to get rid of cops for now, but in the process Felipe and the prospect were shot. Xavier and Diego knew it wouldn’t end there, they heard more police sirens outside. Their only way out was to go back through the tunnel, there was no time to take the crates especially with two wounded. They had to get them out of there and get to Erasmo -the Westside Eagles president.

Return to Tecate was much longer. Now that the cops were aware of the tunnel they had to choose one of the less frequented branches of the main road. Xavier went through hell during their escape, not because of the cops chasing them and the threat of prison but because of bleeding Felipe. It reminded him of the sight of dying Miquel and he didn’t want to experience it again.

There was no time for a ,,trip’’ to the hospital, besides, they didn't need any unnecessary questions and thus further contact with the cops. As soon as they got out of the tunnel, Diego and Xavier collapsed the entrance to the tunnel giving themselves more time for escape. Although now that the police have found out about the crossings, they probably won't use them anymore.

Group returned to the clubhouse and to the only person who could help them at that moment. Ruben – a former military doctor - despite the late hour, immediately took care of Felipe and the prospect.

Xavier didn’t want to leave his brother, Felipe lost a lot of blood and there was a risk that he would need a transfusion. Xavier stayed with him, trying his best to help Ruben, while Diego and other Eagle went to Erasmo.

There was a fuss in the clubhouse, even though it was the middle of the night, clubhouse salon was boiling. Some of the club members have already heard about the whole action. Diego avoided any questions from his brothers and went straight to Erasmo. Behind the closed doors of the Westside Eagles meeting room, he told everything to the most important members of the club. The tunnel had been discovered, the goods had been seized by cops, they had a traitor in the club and in the worst case they would have DEA agents on their heads. Everyone knew it will be a tough time for the Eagles.

Meanwhile, Ruben finished dressing Felipe’s wound. Fortunately, there was no need for a transfusion, but both he and the prospect needed to rest. Xavier stayed for the rest of the night with his younger brother.

He wasn't happy when an upset Diego woke him up early in the morning a bit brutally throwing backpack at him, telling him that he had to run away. He wanted to argue but Diego forcibly dragged him out of the room, Xavier took one last look at the sleeping Felipe. He was in total shock when his brother explained to him as they ran towards the club's garages that the cartel already knows about the drug theft, they ordered to search the area of the clubhouse first, it was weird as if someone had given them the idea. The worst thing was that they found the missing part of the drugs... in Xavier’s flat above the workshop. Of course none of the club brothers believed Xavier could do it, especially Erasmo and Xavier's father. Xavier had no interest in stealing drugs, most of the time he wasn't even involved in the transfers. Besides, everyone knew that he wouldn't risk hurting anyone from his family in the process.

It was obvious to them, all this time someone’s target was Xavier and someone had framed him, but the cartel wasn't so understanding, especially considering the case of their dead members, that Xavier had found the night before.

Xavier had to run away if he didn't want to get a bullet, he was worried about Diego. It was obvious who helped him to escape, but his brother assured him that Erasmo already working on it. Diego promised him that as soon as something will clarified he would immediately contact him and also personally he will find that ,,rat" who caused all of this. Xavier had no choice but to leave the clubhouse. He have to lie low for some time, until his brother found out who was behind all of this, there wasn't much he could do with the cartel on his head. Thanks to the help of a good friend of the club, he managed to cross the border without being noticed. It was better to deal with the cops, if they were also looking for him, than with men of cartel. It so happened that this same friend had a small cabin in Santa Carla that he had bought for a vacation, but he didn't really use it, so Xavier took the opportunity. Shortly after arriving to town, he found a job in a auto repair shop. All he could do now was wait, if only he knew how his decisions would change his life.

Marko and Xavier met in a bit unusual way, soon after Mexican moved to Santa Carla.

The frequent disappearances in town must have finally attracted someone's attention, unfortunately for the Lost Boys, the attention of someone who will make their (un)lives miserable for the next few months. Because vampire hunters, especially the real ones (not some kids from a comic book store) with crossbows, tons of holy water and stakes can be a real pain in the ass.

Ever since they started showing up in town from time to time, David did his best to keep his pack safe. However, some of the rules he set for the time when hunters were hanging around town didn’t appeal much to the boys, especially Marko. Despite the fact that probably out of all pack, he had the worst luck at running across the hunters. He wasn’t happy with the idea of staying in a group all night. They spent enough time together, sometimes he had to have some time for himself. That night when Xavier and Marko’s paths crossed, the blonde vampire decided to leave Paul and hunt on his own. It wasn’t so hard to split up when his best friend blindly followed a small group of surfers they had been watching since they appeared on the boardwalk. One of them will become his meal, now Marko had to find something tasty for himself. He knew that if David found out he wouldn’t be pleased but well…curly-haired boy rarely followed the rules. It didn't take him long to notice a girl who was about to leave the boardwalk after saying goodbye to her friends. A mischievous smile appeared on his angel face. Hunger took over his body, and he didn’t even notice three pairs of eyes watching him from a distance.

Marko followed the girl for some time. That night he wasn't in the mood to play with his prey as usual. He just wanted to get back to the cave and continue working on the painting he started a few nights ago on one of the last walls of the cave free of his artworks. He hoped to get back before the rest to avoid David's complaints about paint spilled all over the place and to have more time before Caroline (my other oc – David’s mate) and Paul dragged him into some other activity, probably involving testing platinum blonde’s patience, not that he didn't like it.

The girl must have felt that someone was following her, she started to walk faster and looked over her shoulder from time to time. Marko giggled. As soon as the girl heard laughter behind her, she started to run, her choice of way was rather unfortunate. The girl strayed from the road into a more tree-lined one area in hope to lose her pursuer. Marko had her exactly where he wanted, soon they would reach the cliff. When the girl saw emptiness in front of her, she slowed down to enter a more open area, free from bushes and trees. She stopped, there was no escape route. She slowly turned around, but only silence greeted her. The only sounds were her loud breathing, sound of the wind and waves somewhere behind her. For a moment she thought she had done it, she had escaped from who whoever was chasing her. Or maybe it was just her imagination?

‘’Looking for someone?’’

The girl didn’t even have a chance to scream when Marko grabbed her and sank his teeth into her neck. She tried to struggle, but Marko's grip was too strong. She didn’t have a chance, loud sound of snapping neck was like music to Marko’s ears. Blonde vampire sighed contentedly as fresh blood reached his tongue, soon after, limp body fell to the ground. Marko licked his lips in satisfaction, that was what he needed. Getting rid of the body was easy, there was a reason he had drove the girl to this place. A loud splash and then the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, just like that, the end. Traces of blood will disappear. Marko smiled, wiping away the rest of the blood with his hand. He closed eyes and breathed refreshing sea breeze, it was one of those moments he felt kind of alive. But it didn't last long, his vampire senses warned him almost in last moment, he barely dodged an arrow that flew past by, disappearing somewhere below in the rough water. Marko turned around only to see someone he really hoped he wouldn't meet today. A man in a black jacket with cross pin with a crossbow aimed straight at blonde, vampire hissed. Hunter. In his eyes, a man or rather boy couldn't have been older than 19 years old. Good, it could have been worse. Young hunters weren't as dangerous as the more experienced ones. Blonde vampire smiled maliciously, poor thing, it will be quick.

Hunter shot again, but this time, if it wasn’t out of surprise, Marko easily caught an arrow right in front of his chest.

‘’Is that all what you’ve got?’’

Boy growled in irritation as he heard Marko’s laughter , he put away the crossbow and pulled out the stake. Seeing that, for a moment blonde vampire remind himself when he almost got staked by this little fucker from comic book shop, a shiver ran down his spine at the memory, but on the other hand his blood boiled, he saw red.

Everything happened quickly, in one moment hunter was about to strike, the next he was lying on the ground, pinned down by Marko. He didn’t stand a chance against raging vampire, his weapon brutally ripped from his hand, lying somewhere out of his reach. Young hunter screamed in pain as Marko clenched his hand on his shoulder, the sound of the collarbone cracking was delicious, blonde grabbed the boy by the throat, tightening his grip with each passing moment. He watched with vengeful satisfaction as the boy tried to catch his breath, out of the corner of his eye he saw the hunter reaches for a stone lying nearby. He swung, but Marko immediately grabbed his wrist, blonde chuckled, seeing pure terror in boy’s eyes, another scream pierced the silence of the night. He leaned forward, clenching his hand again over the broken wrist bone, the boy underneath him sobbed. He knew what was coming when Marko's fangs gleamed in the moonlight. Blonde smiled, he wasn’t expecting another snack that night.

He was about to sink his teeth into the boy's neck when a sharp pain shot through his arm, this time arrow reached its target. Marko hissed as two men ran out of the trees. Another hunters, but much more older than the one who had just passed out, lying limply beneath him. Marko stood up quickly to avoid silver knife aimed at him, the blade cut the air. Vampire cursed when he saw dagger-shaped medallions on hunters' necks.  They won't be so easy to defeat, but he didn’t want to call his brothers, he could handle it on his own. Adrenaline was flowing through his veins, he had to think about how to get rid of the hunters, separate them somehow to finish them off one by one. Marko reached for the arrow, which was stuck slightly below his shoulder, he grimaced as he grabbed the tip and pulled it out. A faint trickle of blood ran down his arm, he was lucky the tip wasn't made of silver like sometimes. The wound would be much worse to heal and it wouldn’t be easy to remove. Blonde growled in irritation as one of the hunters attacked him again while, the other knelt, checking at boy lying on the ground. He easily avoided the blow, kicking hunter in the back of the knee, sending him to the ground. However, the man quickly turned around and took a swing, silver blade missed Marko's leg by a centimeter. The second hunter joined the fight, trying to put Marko in a choke hold with his crossbow. They struggled for a while as Marko tried to break free, finally grabbed hunter by the forearms and almost without an effort threw him at his companion. Men fell to the ground with loud thud, cursing heavily. Marko smiled, came up with an idea how to get rid of hunters, once and for all.  He watched how they get up, making sure they could see the direction he would go, he ran through the trees.

Soon he found himself at an old, abandoned summer house near the cliffs, he stopped at the door and looked around. Men were after him, he heard their footsteps. Blonde was about to move when suddenly he heard the door creak. He didn't have time to react when he felt someone grab his waist and cover his mouth with a hand, pulling him into ,,abandoned'' cabin. At first he was sure that he had been captured by one of the hunters he didn't noticed, he tried to break free. Marko was about to bite his attacker's hand but a loud whisper stopped him ‘’Stop it, I won't hurt you. Be quiet or they will find us. '' Hearing this, Marko felt probably weird in this kind of situation, sense of safety. When person behind him felt that he had stopped struggling, the grip on his waist disappeared as did the hand covering his mouth. In the darkness of the room, he clearly saw a tall, long-haired man who quietly closed the door, turning the key in the lock almost at the last moment. Hunters came out from behind the trees, right in front of the house. Marko and the stranger watched through the half-covered window as the men walked around the cabin, checking the area. One of them went to the door, trying to open it, while the other to the window looking inside, Marko felt the man behind him grab his forearm and pull him back to the place where they couldn't be seen from the window. Blonde vampire tensed when the door handle suddenly stopped moving, he was sure that hunters wouldn’t give up so easily. Outside however, there was silence, until blonde heard their voices, Marko, despite the silent protest of the unknown man, went to the window, peeked outside. The hunters were still standing in front of the cabin, but in the hand of one of them there was two-way radio.

Men were talking, Marko clearly saw furious grimace on the face of one of them, he wasn't quite happy about conversation with the person on the other side of device. It didn't take long when the hunters withdrew. They ran back to the place where the young hunter, or rather his body, remained.

‘’That was close amigo.’’

Marko turned around, man was already standing behind him, looking in the direction where the hunters had disappeared. Vampire frowned dissatisfied.

‘’ I could handle it myself.’’

Man didn’t respond to this, so blonde looked out the window again, they both stayed like that, waiting. Hunters could return, but after a long time nothing has happened. Blonde vampire watched in the dark as the man walked over to the switch, turning on the light, illuminating the room. A tall, black-haired man with a slightly darker skin tone, watched him with curiosity. Marko saw fragments of tattoos stick out from under his black shirt and blue worn out vest. Blonde smirked.

‘’ Like what you see, ragazzone?’’

Curly-haired vampire smiled wider seeing the shock and then flustered expression on the man's face, he looked away but his gaze fell on Marko’s arm, he quickly became serious.

‘’ You’re hurt.’’

Marko raised his eyebrows, also looking at the same place where the hunters’ arrow had been stuck earlier. The bleeding stopped, but it still didn’t look good, he knew one nap was enough to heal. As for his jacket, sewing will take a moment. Fucking hunters, ruined his artwork. 

‘’ I am fine, I've had worse.’’

Man didn't seem convinced, Marko was ready for tons of questions but they didn’t come. Good for curly-haired vampire at that point, Xavier been through enough shit in his life, that he knew sometimes it’s better not to ask. He was supposed to be hiding here, not right at the beginning, being involved in something he didn't even want to know what it  was about. When he saw that men chasing blonde, as he was returning to from work his ,,new home’’, he felt this intense impulse to help him, some kind of strange attraction. Like a moth to the flame. There was one thing that still bothered him, did he really saw crossbows on men's backs?

‘’ Something needs to be done about it, wait here.’’

Marko doesn’t even get a chance to protest when black-haired man disappears behind bathroom door. That was the first time when Marko felt it. That tempting scent floating in the air, overwhelming. It was weird, he had never experienced anything like this earlier. But before he began to think about it more, man came back holding bandage and little bottle, placing them on the table by the window.

"Take off your jacket.’’

Marko smiled, man looked at him questioningly.

‘’ We haven’t been on a first date and you already want me to undress?’’

Black-haired certainly didn't expect such a question, he blinked in surprise. Marko giggled but granted his request. Man looks at his uncovered stomach for a moment, then shook his head and started dress the wound. The only strange thing was that the wound, despite its serious appearance, didn’t bleed too much and why it looked as if something had pierced blonde's arm. Marko looked around the cabin, couple half-unpacked bags was thrown next to the wardrobe, a small box by the bed, a leather jacket thrown carelessly on the chair, a few empty food boxes on the second table. Out of the corner of his eye, the man saw a curious look on Marko's face.

‘’ Yeah, well… I just moved here, I am Xavier’’

Blonde turned his head, watching Xavier wrap his arm in a bandage, it was a strange feeling of being cared in that way, in human way. As vampire he just need sleep to regenerate, no other special treatment.

‘’Marko’’

Black-haired glanced at him and nodded.

‘’ You often act as a nurse?’’

Xavier smiled a bit awkwardly at this term.

‘’ Sometimes. For my younger brother, day without hurting himself is a day wasted. Even though he is already an adult. Done.‘’

Marko looked at his now bandaged arm, not that he really needed it. Xavier went to put down the bandage away while blonde put his jacket back on. Curly-haired vampire got lost in thoughts for a moment, why was Xavier helping him at all and why didn't he ask any questions? Moreover, according to him, hunters gave up too quickly, Marko knew how stubborn they could be when they tracked down a vampire. Was Xavier one of them, just pretending be nice? Normally he could sense something is wrong, but now he felt nothing besides calm. It was strange, of course, he could have tried David's method. Just got into Xavier’s mind, but somehow he didn’t want to. The biggest surprise for him was that he didn’t think, even for a minute to about killing Xavier. He was just another human being in his life, nothing just another potential meal, then why did the thought about that make him really uncomfortable?

‘’ Hey, earth to Marko? You good manito?’’

Xavier went back to room, he had only known Marko for a moment and he could already see that this thoughtful expression didn’t suit him. He was sure that boy had really ,,interesting’’ personality, despite that lovely curls and angel face, he saw that mischievous spark in his eyes. Blonde looked at him and nodded, his face lighten up back to normal state.

‘’ Well…it's quite late and I’m convinced that there aren’t too many houses nearby. Drop you off somewhere?’’

Marko looked at clock on the wall, there wasn’t much time left until dawn. He had to go back and find Paul, his friend has probably already fed and found some entertainment for himself.

‘’ Boardwalk will be fine.’’

Xavier raised an eyebrow, but walked over to a small cabinet by the door, reaching for the keys.

‘’ Let’s go then.’’

They both left the house, Xavier made sure he closed the door properly and went down the stairs, Marko followed him to the back of the house. There were two things, both hidden under gray tilt, Marko was sure there was a car under one of them but under the other? Xavier grabbed the material and pulled it off, curly-haired vampire didn’t expect a motorcycle, a black Harley Davidson.

‘’ Big bike for a big man, huh?’’

Xavier laugh slightly, he shook his head, grabbing the wheel.

‘’ I grew up on them.’’

Blonde noticed a certain nostalgia and some kind of longing in the man's voice, he wanted to ask about it, but Xavier had already got on the motorcycle. The roar of the engine drowned out the silence of the night, Marko smiled widely as he came closer. He’d never gotten on a machine like that, according to his vampire lifestyle he had to have something more agile. His bike was a bit smaller, this thing was big and surely not as easy to drive as his own. Marko slid into the leather seat just behind Xavier, wrapping arms around his waist. Black-haired was probably not used to have a company, Marko smirked as he felt how man tense for a moment. Xavier looked at him over his shoulder, making sure he was sitting comfortably, the motorcycle moved.

The ride ended sooner than Marko could have wanted, Xavier stopped his bike near to boardwalk entrance. Neon sign illuminated them with red and white light. The place wasn't as crowded as it was when Marko left.

‘’Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to your home?’’

Marko shook his head, dismounting from the motorcycle. If he took Xavier to the cave, man would probably never come out again and to be honest blonde didn’t wanted that. He still had to figure out where this strange feeling in Xavier's presence was coming from.

‘’ I have to find my friend. I am 100% sure he’s still hanging around here somewhere, besides I have my own bike. Are you worried about me, bello?’’

Xavier lowered his head, a little ashamed. Marko saw that glimpse of blush on his cheeks. If one simple word did this to Xavier, how would he react to the higher level of his flirting. Marko would be lying if he didn't want to see it.

‘’ I just…I doubt these men was your friends and I'd rather not bandage you again anytime soon.’’

Blonde laughed internally, if only he knew.

‘’ I assure you that if I meet them again, they will need a bandage. ‘’

‘’Or rather coffins’’ thought Marko

‘’ I guess I can't stop you from doing that, now I’m sure we’re both tired and need some rest.’’

Motorcycle engine came to life again, Xavier smiled.

‘’ Take care of yourself, amigo.’’

Marko nodded, smiled back. He stayed in place for a moment, watching the motorcycle disappear into darkness of the night.

Curly-haired blonde didn’t tell his brothers what happened. He knew that David would be furious if he find out that he had disobeyed him, Marko wasn't in the mood to listen to complaints. Anyway he was 100% sure that Paul kept his mouth shut, that they split up, otherwise bleached blonde would immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

When Marko returned to the cave, he felt again that weird feeling he had experienced earlier that night. But now it was some kind of longing.  Marko shook his head as he returned to his thoughts from Xavier's cabin. After all, he decided to be careful towards him, for now trying to drown out that voice calling him back.

Before Caroline or Paul noticed, he managed to sneak to his nest in the higher parts of the cave. He wanted to sew up his jacket, but before he could begin, his gaze paused for a moment on the bandage. An involuntary smile appeared on his lips.

David, Dwayne, Paul and Caroline saw that Marko was thinking intensely about something, but none of them asked what it was about. It could have been something from Marko's pigeons to which one of surf nazis pissed Marko off enough to be on the missing poster next night. They were convinced that if something serious happened to Marko, he would definitely share it with them…

Marko and Xavier met again two days later on a boardwalk.

Marko was just chilling with Paul near the Arcades after feeding, looking for some entertainment for the rest of the night. Just then, Marko spotted Xavier entering one of the small boardwalk shops. That feeling came again, leading him to the same store. This time, he didn't even try to fight it, leaving Paul again. His friend didn’t even notice, flirting with some girl. Xavier almost jumped out of his skin when Marko suddenly appeared behind him, but he had to admit he was glad to see blonde again. He had been thinking about curly-haired boy before, he was curious. He heard Marko’s Italian accent and wanted to know more about him. Luckily for Xavier, blonde vampire after two nights of trying to reject his feelings, gave up. He asked Xavier if he wanted to hang out together, biker agreed. Marko showed Xavier around Santa Carla, he didn't even notice when it was almost down and they spent whole night together.

He was surprised how well they got along, despite the visible differences between their personalities, as if they complemented each other. Xavier told him a bit about himself, however Marko saw that the Mexican was hiding something. Blonde knew he would eventually find out what was going on, it was only a matter of time. The only thorn in the night was when Xavier asked Marko about his wound. It’s was nice that he cared but how was Marko supposed to tell him that there wasn't even a trace left from the shot? He was glad he sewn up the cut in his jacket before he went to rest, so Xavier couldn't see his arm. Marko just mumbled something like ‘’It’s fine’’, man looked at him unconvinced but he didn’t ask about it again.

Soon after Xavier drove away, back to his cabin, on his way to find Paul, Marko still thought about black-haired Mexican who refused to leave his thoughts, making himself in his mind like at home with every next second. Blonde vampire just couldn't get those honey-colored eyes out of his head.

And then Marko suddenly stopped. The realization hit him hard, at that moment he understand this warm feeling that had accompanied him since they met, probably the same feeling that David had experienced when he met Caroline. Marko never thought about it, never believed he’d get one. That was it, he found his mate.

[rickybowensfever]

Dance the Sickness Away (Campus Crud) - Sicktember 2024: Day 3

Welcome to Sicktember 2024, Day 3: Campus/Con Crud!

You can find out more info @sicktember.

About this story: Days after "Dancing for A Cause", a charity event put on by Kylie and her sorority sisters, everyone starts to fall ill and Zach is first.

CW: very brief mention of childhood cancer since that's the cause they were raising money for

NOTE: I love all of my oc's equally but I can't help but have a strong connection to Zach and Kylie. I just *love* them. Short bio: College AU, Zach and Kylie are living with each other during their junior year of college at Lakewood University (All of my college oc’s go here!). Zach went to community college but transferred to Lakewood once he completed his associates degree. . Zach and Kylie started dating senior year of high school. The two have known each other since kindergarten. They're childhood friends to lovers. Now, they live in an off-campus apartment together. If you think they're as cute as I do, I have a couple of other fics with them. See this fic for their origin story & you can also search #zachandkylie on my Tumblr for more fics of them or any of my oc's. about my ocs! Zach Perez loves Spiderman and is a hopeless romantic. He studies computer science. He comes from a single mother, Angela who is an RN and he has an older sister, Emily who is 2-years older than him. She is a pediatrician. Kylie Daniels is a girls-girl, she loves event planning & is the Community Service chair of her sorority. Kylie studies Media & Communications. She is the eldest daughter. She has a younger brother, Blake who is a trans boy. He is a year younger and on the road touring with his band.

(SET DURING MID-OCTOBER 2024) 

Zach felt like he was hit by a truck. 

It had been three days since he pulled an all-nighter for Kylie’s 24-hour dance-a-thon for charity. Kylie had been planning the charity event for months with her sorority sisters. Like many other universities that held these types of events, Dancing for a Cause helped to spread awareness about childhood cancer and raise money for the charity they collectively chose. Plus it was also a great way to bond with other students on campus. For twenty-four-hours, they raised money for every hour that each participant danced. 

Thus, Zach’s sleep schedule was totally off. But now, it felt like it was finally coming back to normal. However, when he woke up that morning, something felt off. Of course, the morning after the dance-a-thon where they both slept for over 7 hours, his body was sore, and his muscles ached; that was normal after dancing for a long period of time. 

But this time felt different. Aside from the body aches, his head pounded, his throat felt like he had swallowed shards of glass, and chills coursed through his body, making it impossible to move from his bed. Plus, he had been coughing all night, sporadically which definitely didn’t help with his throat pain. He slowly patted the mattress to find his phone. He grabbed the cold phone from beside his pillow, lying on the white sheets on the bed. He used his thumb to unlock the phone and spoke for the first time that morning. 

“Siri, can you text Kylie and tell her I’m sick?” he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat as he spoke. 

Certainly. To Kylie (heart emoji), “I’m sick” Send it? 

In the midst of a coughing fit, Zach croaked out a weak yes as he curled up under a mountain of covers hoping that would ease the chills. 

Sent. 

Moments later, Kylie was hovering over their bed and pulling the blankets off of her boyfriend who groaned in response. She frowned as she got close enough to see his condition. Glassy eyes, pink cheeks, and a pale complexion. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to feel his warm forehead.  “Awe, you poor thing. You were coughing all night. Everyone’s been texting me saying they’re sick too. I asked Krista to send me the symptoms she and Natalie are having too” she said, running a hand through his matted dark brown hair. 

“I feel so sick” he croaked, holding his throat as if that would ease the pain and pulled the comforter up to his chin as his teeth chattered and a train of coughs followed. 

Kylie grimaced as she heard the painful coughs escape his lungs, “You’ve been out for a while. It’s already noon” she told him. Despite being in college, Zach was usually awake before 11am on his good days. Thus, her boyfriend looked at her with pure shock on his face as if she were pranking him. She chuckled and showed him her phone’s lockscreen with an image of them hugging with Zach kissing her on the cheek at a college football game. Her phone’s time read 12:15 PM. 

Zach blinked at her. His energy was on E. She smiled softly as she revealed two pink tablets of pain reliever showing them off in her palm like a hand model. Zach cracked a half smile and slowly picked his body up. Kylie turned toward his night stand and grabbed his reusable water bottle, as she shook it she made a mental note to refill it on her way out.  There was enough to suffice for now. 

“Take these. It’ll help the little fever you’re running and relieve some discomfort for a bit” she said with a smile, passing the water bottle off to him and holding her palm open toward him. Zach slightly nodded and grabbed the two items from her, taking the medicine and chasing them down with the cold water. He winced as he swallowed, the pain in his throat making him clench his fist in pain. 

Kylie pulled out her phone, her face lit up as it dinged. She tapped the phone’s screen and read her newest text message. Zach groaned as every little sound started to bother him and melted back under the covers, pulling them up to his chin. 

She recited the text listing off the symptoms the rest of the group were experiencing: runny/stuffy nose, low-grade fever, chills, cough, headache, sore throat, fatigue. Zach gave a short nod if he was experiencing the same. He happened to check off half of the list. 

Kylie kept her phone in her hand and looked down, swiping until she landed on the DoorDash app. “Alright, I’m going to order some things on DoorDash so we’re prepared. I’m sure to catch  it soon. So I’d rather be safe and quarantine for a few days. Thank goodness for Fall Break,” she said as she tapped the screen, adding things to her cart. 

As Zach dozed off to sleep, Kylie  quietly tip-toed out of the room and closed over the door waiting for the notification that her order had been delivered. 

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Zach woke up in a daze to a cold hand gently shaking him. “Hey babe, you’ve been out for a while. Why don’t we get some medicine in you?” she said, holding a bottle of cough medicine in her hand. 

He groaned, attempting to pull himself up with any ounce of energy he had. Kylie set the cough medicine on the nightstand and grabbed the warm pillows her boyfriend had been sleeping on, fluffing them up. She placed the two pillows by the headboard and put a hand around his waist helping him sit up, her cold hand touched against his warm skin. 

Kylie smiled softly at the boy; his hair messy and his cheeks bright pink, lips chapped. Kylie leaned over the nightstand filled with supplies: tissues, digital thermometer, a bottle of red sports drink and a bottle of cough medicine with a small plastic medicine cup beside it. She twisted the lid to the bottle and poured the required dosage of purple liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to her boyfriend. 

Zach took the medicine cup from her hand and drank, wincing at the awful taste. Kylie frowned, holding in a laugh. “I’m not trying to poison you. I swear this will make you feel so much better” she explained. Her boyfriend looked at her giving a glare then a thin-lipped smile to show he was joking. 

With his right hand, he signed “thank you.” His hand near his lips, he moved his hand forward and slightly down toward her direction, giving a thin-lipped smile. 

“You’re welcome” she whispered, grabbing the red sports drink from the table and passing it off to him. “Want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, turning her head toward the flat screen TV on top of the TV stand in their room.  

Zach took a long sip of the drink before responding with a nod. “Sounds good! Be right back” she said, jogging out of the room. Zach was starting to feel slightly better even if it did still feel like complete garbage. He grabbed the TV remote from the night stand on his side, leaning his body slightly to grab it as it sat next to the lamp in the center of the table. He pointed the black remote at the TV and selected Hulu, starting up Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan. 

Kylie quickly returned with a mug of chicken noodle soup, her reusable water bottle, and a pack of saltines. Zach turned to look at her and smiled as he melted into the covers. Kylie set everything on the nightstand next to her side of the bed (on the right) and joined him. 

Zach lay his head on her shoulder as the movie played. 

[vivaladicamillo]

I saw your posts asking for ideas and I was thinking what If you wrote something about you being Bams younger sister and filing cky coz April doesn’t want you to get hurt and you have like secret relationship with Dico or Ryan

DICO/MARGERA!READER

thank u so much for the suggestion!!! im gonna do it for dico this time bc one, theres no fanfics of this silly dude and two, i havent written abt dico in SOOOO long. this ones for the dico lovers out there love yall, a dying breed🫡

WARNINGS: dangerous stuff, fluff, bran being bran yk

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being bams younger sister has its ups and downs

bam as a brother is A NIGHTMARE

hes just such a dick

making fun of u, annoying u and being the “younger brother” type character bc hes just like that

u were 2 years older than him

so when u started kinda liking his life long friend, “dico”

it was kinda awkward bc u yk, hes ur brothers best friend

one night, u were just chilling at the house alone

ape and phil went out, bam was probably out skating somewhere and jess had band practice so having a empty house all to urself?? hell yea!

as u sit on ur couch, just watching some stupid ass movie thats on someone knocks at ur door

when u answer it, its Brandon dicamillo himself (dico)

“hey, uh is bam around?” he asks looking kinda nervous

“nah, i thought he was put filming with u, but its 9:00 he should be back soon.”

“ah ok, ill just wait in my car till he gets here then, thanks.” he smiles at u

“come on bran dont be a stranger! i’m m just watching a movie just wait inside till he gets back.”

you held the door open for him and he walks in and plops down on ur couch

in your spot.

“asshole what the fuck thats my spot”

“didnt see ur name on it.” he says smirking “also what kinda horse shit are u watching? let me show u some real funny shit.”

dico then proceeds to put on an old western movie

“what the fuck dicamillo??”

“what??! this shit is so funny watch this.” he says pointing to the tv as some guy dressed as a cowboy gets shot on screen

the acting was terrible yes, but the way dico was hysterical laughing at it kinda made u smile

his laugh, his interests, just his goofy personality made ur heart flutter

u didn’t realize that u had been staring into this mans whole soul for ten mins until he turns to u and smiles

“may i help u?” he says kinda chuckling

“oh, uh sorry..” u say blushing and kinda turning away

the silence that took place after could have killed u right then and there

until he turns to u

“hey uh.. ive been actually meaning to talk to u about something…” he says, that nervousness kinda coming back from before

u nod ur head as he starts to confess to u

“listen, i know ur my best friends older sister and this is kinda weird but… ever since i met u, i thought u were so cool! i wouldnt have expected u to like masters of the universe and filming bits as much as do…”

“yea, i can see how u couldnt have seen that coming bc of my brothers”

“yea, but anyways, ive always kinda…been into u, im super sorry if this is weird i didnt mean to make it like that i just think..”

u smile, did fucking brandon dicamillo just confess his love for u ??

“bran..”

he turns to u

“i feel the same way, ive always had i just didnt wanna make things awkward if u didnt.” u smiled at him and scooted closer to him on the couch

“really?!?” he said in shock

“mhm, i like you… like A LOT”

u move in closer and you two end up making out on ur couch

after that day u both agreed to date without anyone knowing

yea it was suspicious when u two wouldnt be able to film or hang out at the same time on the same day but the guys kinda brushed it off

u two went of secret little dates

dico would surprise u ALL the time with cute date spots

random cat cafes, parks, family ran restaurants, he just found little cute places in westchester to take u to, and u LOVED IT

when bam realized u obviously were seeing someone bc u were WAYYY to happy, u decided to snoop

going through u room he ended up finding one of dicos shirts hidden under ur bed

thats when bam decides to confront u about it……

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might make some type of part two to this but it depends if yall want it or not, hope u enjoyed! also please keep sending in requests i love them sm !! yall are so creative i love it sm

[moriartyluver]

STOP CUZ YOURE SO RIGHT ABOUT WILLIAM HAVING RELIGIOUS TRAUMA

Like don’t get me wrong, we did see him go through a lot during his childhood but the whole devil/punishing people obsession while also feeling like he doesn’t have the right to judge people is so??? Like I can’t even explain how messed up he is

🎀.

Why do I low-key kin him

ANYWAYS-

No because characters that are villains but have heavily implied religious trauma and like heavily revolve around religion but also have barely any backstory have my HEART

Like fyodor Dostoyevsky if u have seen Bsd too.

I have a few headcannons for William’s childhood tbh.

First of all, Louis is his younger brother. It’s pretty well established even though there’s a chance that William changed his birthday because he took the original William’s identity. The dynamic is very younger protective sibling + depressed older sibling who doesn’t take care of them self (literally me and my little sister).

Knowing this, the idea that William’s mother was a prostitute isn’t really plausible anymore. Louis and Liam very likely had the same parents. My guess is that they probably both died of an illness of some sort in Whitechapel

What would make this more interesting if we’re going off canon would be that somehow, William’s parents deaths were caused by nobles. This probably would have lead to him being put in a Christian orphanage before the two we saw

The caretakers there could have been incredibly abusive, at least mentally if not physically (but tbh I feel like he would have faced some physical abuse because he seemed so unfazed by violence and abuse at a young age) in a religious way, leading to this whole “getting rid of the devils” mindset.

I’m really excited for the remains manga and a potential backstory on William because I am not dying until I know that man’s full backstory AND his name.

Again this is all just headcannons from late night thoughts about Liam because he plagues my thoughts.

[nonniesgf]

Want You Around

one: sweet little wonnie

seong y/n and her little brother jungwon are sent back to the town in which they were raised to spend time with their dad. along the way they make friends, enemies turned friends, and even enemies turned lovers. (loosely ib the last song(2010))

pairing: jay x fem! reader

genre: strangers to enemies to lovers, smau, angst

warnings: (ignore timestamps) swearing, alcohol, suggestive themes, suggestive humor, illness of parent, death

y/n walked into the school and marched into the building. she was annoyed at her brother and was worried that the other kid’s parents wouldn’t take her seriously.

“hi honey, how can i help you?” the receptionist asked as y/n walked through the office door. “i’m here for my younger brother, jungwon seong?” she half smiled as the smile on the receptionist’s face dropped. “oh. right this way!” as she stood to walk y/n back to the conference room she shot a look at the other receptionist and y/n just knew that they were judging her.

“principal james, this is mr. seong’s guardian.” the lady smiled, introducing y/n to the woman who sat at the end of the table. “y/n seong, i’m jungwon’s older sister.” she grinned shaking the woman’s hand. “principal addison james, sorry to meet you under these circumstances. this is niki and his guardian jay park.” she responded introducing the two sitting across from her brother.

the older of the two gave her a glare in which she quickly returned along with an eye roll. niki gazed at her, if he knew someone so beautiful lived in their town he would’ve started throwing punches long ago. jungwon noticed this and scoffed, as he did y/n got reminded to actually look at him. his right eye was swelling and his right hand had an ice pack over it.

“so who want’s to explain themselves first?” the principal questioned. “i was talking to bahiyyih and yunjin after the third bell and then he ran up and punched me!” jungwon exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in his voice. y/n glared at him, girls? really?? his first day, not to mention his first fight and it’s because of two girls???

“DONT ACT SO INNOCENT YOU WERE PULLING ON JEN’S ARM! she was mad uncomfortable and you weren’t taking the hint!” niki shouted back. “BECAUSE HIYYIH AND I WANTED TO EAT OUT FOR LUNCH! noona i swear! you know me! i wouldn’t flirt with someone let alone touch them if they were uncomfortable.” her little brother shouted before looking back at his sister.

y/n knew that jungwon wouldn’t act like that, both of her parents taught him better than that and y/n always made sure he knew how to treat girls. “i believe my brother, he wouldn’t do something like that. he’s never punched someone or done anything like this. it’s definitely not his fault.” she spoke before thowing a sarcastic smile at jay who had been giving her a side eye the entire time she spoke.

“listen, niki wouldn’t just punch someone either okay? obviously the girls had to be uncomfortable. he knows them okay? shit him and hiyyih are practically related by now so the both of you should just admit that jungwon AND niki were both in the wrong.” jay retorted.

now honestly jay knew this was all niki’s fault, the other boy looked like he wouldn’t even kill a fly but still he had to defend the boy. he felt the ego of y/n was too strong and he wasn’t willing to give up now that he already started.

y/n scoffed and stared at the man in disbelief. “are you serious?? he punched him AFTER he got punched! principal james did the girls confirm or deny my brother’s story?” she asked. “they’re actually finishing their lunch up right now but they should be done by now let me go check in my office.” the woman said before walking out of the room.

jay and y/n glared at eachother for a while before y/n turned to jungwon. “you okay won?” the sister asked getting a nod he could tell she was disappointed in him, and it made him regret ever punching niki back. “i’m sorry, noona.” he sighed looking down to his lap.

niki was just on his phone, trying to find y/n’s instagram and jay rolled his eyes at him. jay knew that niki started this and he also knew why the boy really started it. he normally wouldn’t have cared less what was happening around him and usually he’d be the ones begging the girls to go somewhere. but being away from his parents was hard and he hadn’t seen them in so long. that morning sunghoon found niki in their backyard asleep in the hammock dried tears down his face. the five older boys talked to him during breakfast almost till noon, sunoo and jake even being late to work just to make sure niki was okay.

niki would probably be apologetic at home but he couldn’t be vulnerable at school especially in front of the new kid. he saw an opportunity that morning and took it. he didn’t show it but he also regretted his actions and he knows that hiyyih and jen will be annoyed with him for a while.

the principal walked in hiyyih and yunjin behind her. y/n recognized hiyyih from the afternoon she spent with kai and ningning. the girls shared the bench on the other end of the table after introducing themselves to y/n. “girls, what happened earlier?” principal james questioned.

“well we had spent the first two periods with jungwon and our lunch bell rang, we were having fun so we invited him to eat with us.” yunjin started. “yeah, jungwon and i wanted to go to the cafe in town but jen wanted the pasta from the lunch menu today.” hiyyih continued. “and at first hiyyih was tugging at my arm then the both of them but hiyyih got a text from niki asking what we were doing for lunch.” “i stopped to text him back then heard him call out to me from the back entrance and when he saw jungwon and jen everything just happened.” hiyyih finished both apologetically looking to the seong siblings and jay as they spoke.

“jennifer, were you uncomfortable?” the principal asked. “not at all! we were just messing around with eachother.” the girl sighed reaching her hand on top of jungwon’s reassuring the boy. “thank you girls, you can get your stuff from my office and head home for the day, i’ll send your teachers a letter.” and with that the five were left in the room.

“other than punching niki AFTER he punched him, how was my brother in the wrong, jackass?” y/n questioned, the last part in a scoff. jay simply rolled his eyes and looked to the principal. “what’s the punishment gonna be ma’am?”

“well for starter’s both of you will have off campus privileges revoked this term, we don’t tolerate violence, so consider it a warning! both of you will have lunch detention together, niki you’ll have a third week with me in my office. i also expect you to write an apology to jungwon and his family, you can give us a preview now.” the woman spoke looking to each guardian in approval.

jay nudged him and the boy stood up, “jungwon, i’m sorry. i had no reason to punch you, i just wasn’t in the right headspace. i’m sorry this is how we met, you definitely left me with a nasty bruise though.” he smiled before holding his hand out for a hand shake. jungwon smiled and accepted the handshake “thanks, my eye’s probably gonna be sore for a minute. i’m sorry too, punching you was uncalled for on my end.” niki nodded before shifting towards y/n, “miss seong, i’m sorry for causing you trouble today. i shouldn’t have let my feelings control me in that way, i really am sorry.” he said bowing to the older girl.

she saw a look of sincerity in the boys eyes and smiled. “it’s okay kid, where do you think jungwon got it from. honestly i understand, there’s lots of ways to use that anger in you niki, promise me you’ll make it productive.” the boy nodded and the two exchanged smiles.

“okay well that’s fine with me if it is with you two!” the principal spoke as she stood, both y/n and jay nodded and followed the woman’s actions. she shook each of their hands before walking out. as the boys gathered their belongings jay approached y/n.

“about that i knew that it was niki’s fault he’s just going through things right now and i wanted to be supportive. i’m sorry, to both of you.” jay spoke to the siblings. jungwon nodded and shook jay’s hand but y/n stared him down.

“i get that, really, i do. but you protecting him isn’t actually beneficial to him. he needs to learn from his mistakes. he doesn’t need to be babied or spoiled.” y/n sighed. “whatever’s going on kid, your feelings are valid but you can’t act out like that. mistakes add up and sometimes they’re irreversible.” she spoke as the group approached the door, ruffling the boys hair after.

as the four walked out of the building hiyyih and jen were waiting they immediately apologized again to both jay and y/n. “it’s okay girl’s really it’s not your fault.” jay sighed nudging niki. “hiyyih, do you need a ride home i know kai’s working?” jay asked before taking out his keys.

“oh um, we actually were gonna see if we could get a ride with you, unnie? we have a science project from first period to work on with jungwon?” hiyyih frowned to jay before smiling to y/n. “of course! let’s go, i need to get home anyway.” y/n smiled.

and mere seconds after that the cars took different paths to the neighboring houses. “oh my god!” jen exclaimed.

“YOU GUYS ARE NEIGHBORS WITH JAY AND NIKI!?!”

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A/N: sorry for all the reading hahah just felt it was necessary to get the story going!!

taglist: open :) @shinrjj @en-adri

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Enora In Skyrim part 3

Three weeks have passed since Tally and Enora became a traveling duo,with Tally being the main one good at fighting off bandits,wolves,and whatever dangers try to kill them along the way, and Enora being the one good at healing and getting them into trouble. The small imperial woman has quickly grown on Tally,her cheerful disposition making even the dreary days of rain and water logged boots happy ones. He also has to admit that she is quite easy on the eyes,and he wouldn't mind making her squeal in ways that'd make Sanguine himself blush. 

One of the things Tally enjoys most about Enora is how she fusses over him and treats him. After every fight he wins,she is there looking him over,gentle hands holding his face as she makes sure he doesn't have any signs of a head injury or any wounds that need tending. When they camp she will make him the best apple cabbage stew he's ever tasted and mend any holes in his clothing that he's gotten in battle or from walking the roads. During the nights at camp she tends to hum or babble about whatever is going on in her pretty little head at the time. 

Currently both of them are camping in eastmarch after having heard rumors of a man having been caught by some thalmor,both of them planning to help said man. Enora is making sure there are no holes in Tally's clothes while Tally warms himself by the fire and eats the soup Enora made from him,a warm pastry full of sweet apples and sugar also on his plate for him to devour.

Enora's gentle humming mixes with the sound of crickets chirping and the fire crackling. Tally finds himself curious about his cute companion and decides to voice a question or two.

Tally: So….I’ve told you about my sisters and parents…do you have any family Enora? Any siblings?

Enora:*Looks up from her sewing with her signature sweet smile,her eyes shining with love and a bit of nostalgia as she thinks of her family* Oh yes! I’m the eldest daughter in my family,but my brother Eli has the title of Eldest Child, I have 3 younger sisters,Mary,Divinia,and Ophelia is the youngest.

Tally: Oh? And your parents?

Enora: They passed when I was 8 years old. See i was born in the Imperial City in quite a lovely house,my older brother said my arrival caused much fuss as my mother’s labor wasn’t an easy one. My mother worked as a secretary for the East Empire Company and my father as a Blacksmith and Jewelry crafter. I was rather close with both of my parents,mama would read to me and let me help organize her books and papa would let me pick which gems to put in the circlets and lockets he would make to sell at upcoming fairs and festivals. *she smiles fondly as she thinks back to her early childhood*

Tally:*a small pang of jealousy hits his heart,but he shakes it off,he’s happy she had a happy childhood* They sound like they were lovely parents. You must have been happy together.

Enora: We were…then the illness broke out. At first it stayed around the docks and slums,then it hit the shopping areas. My baby sister,Ophelia, was the first in our family to get it. She was only a toddler at the time and I remember the fear and hushed whispers of my parents. Mama wouldn’t leave her side,she made her soups and teas and took time off work. The temple healers weren’t sure if she would make it. Then Mama,Mary,and Divinia fell ill. Papa made preparations for me and Eli to be sent away but then he fell ill. Me and Eli did our best to take care of everyone. Ophelia and my other sisters got better,slowly at first and one of the temple priests took them to stay in his home,he offered to take us but me and Eli refused to leave mama and papas side. Then one night,mama’s wheezing went silent…she had asked for me to get her some water,and when i returned she was so silent…I don’t remember what happened after that, Eli says he heard me scream and then a thud. The shock had been too much for me and I had fainted. Papa would pass a few hours later,the temple priests and Eli sitting with him. 

Tally: I’m sorry for your loss…especially at such a young age. As an older sibling I understand the shouldering of responsibilities such as caring for sick loved ones,but I have not yet had to deal with the loss of my parents.

Enora: Its Okay,sometimes i wonder what life would have been like if they had lived but then I wouldn’t have met you. 

After that pretty heavy conversation,Tally and Enora would prepare for bed and sleep for the night. Well Enora slept,Tally stayed up till 4am watching her sleep and thinking about what he had learned about his Enora. She had experienced loss and great change at such a young age,and yet she grew into someone with such a cheerful and kind nature. She didn’t speak often of her family,but then again neither did he. Looking down at her as she slept curled up into his arms, he made a silent vow to not let anyone or anything break her heart,not if he could help it.

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i don’t know how common is that knowledge, but arc v’s ending was shitty. like absolutely downright shitty. and even whatever the yu-guys and their respective girlfriends had going on in the final episodes aside, it did kurosaki especially dirty? i mean he lost his sister, for whom he looked the entire show and he lost his boyfriend dearest intimate comrade yuto and no one literally gave a damn so a half-hearted “oh yuya, i can sense yuto is still a part you so suddenly i’m healed” was all he got as final character development. fortunately, arc v au’s (modern au bc why not) are right there and i’m gonna take an advantage of that because no one has thought of stopping me yet

so, kurosaki’s sister is ill. ruri is ill — maybe not terminally, maybe not lethally, but still seriously ill. she’s been weak for some time, her state deteriorating, so she’s been moved to a hospital for long-term treatment. and kurosaki visits her everyday, his barely responsive, pale-as-a-sheet, slumbering younger sister. maybe one day, as he leaves from one of these visits, a distressed-looking guy about his age with blue hair and twin metal rings on his fingers brushes past kurosaki and storms down the corridor like he is in a desperate hurry to get somewhere, to visit someone. but maybe not. kurosaki couldn’t care less, because ruri is ill and although their parents shy from speaking it out loud, he knows she isn’t to get better anytime soon.

“ruri is ill?” yuto pales upon receiving the news. kurosaki would gladly not have told him, but he’s even more desperate not to lie. ruri’s a year younger, but all three of them are in the same class and all three have been hanging out together for a good time now. ruri, yuto — and kurosaki, but he’s always known he was the odd one out, just as he’s always known that his sister has eyes for yuto and he for her. kurosaki’s never been too elated about it, the grumpy older brother that he is, but now it would be really an overbearing to bring that up. he accepts yuto’s words of consolation, through he barely registers them.

a month passes and although no one addresses it directly, they all know kurosaki is barely holding out. he’s fidgety, he’s even more hot tempered than usual, he can’t sleep and he definitely can’t cool down because he ought to be helping his sister, ought to be staying by her side, ought to be doing anything and he’s right here, purposeless and lost for a month now.

he starts to prepare notes. it’s yuto who suggests it, really: when ruri is better, she’ll have a lot of school stuff to catch up on, won’t she? if she has to repeat the class, they’ll be separated. so kurosaki sets down to preparing extensive notes for her, each lesson in each subject, so that she has something to study from when she is better. it takes up a lot of time and energy, first filling in the past month, then keeping it up to date, but he’s glad of the work. he keeps bringing the notes, all arranged and neat, to ruri’s bedside cupboard and pretends not to see the pitiful looks the hospital nurses direct at him when they think he’s not looking.

yuto begins to help him out. “she’s my friend too, you know,” he says indignantly as kurosaki tries to protest, “and so are you.” it’s faster when they work together and they begin meeting up more frequently. they’ve never really spent time together like that, just the two of them — ruri was always there, back when she was still healthy. always there with them.

he gets to know yuto better, step by step. he prefers dogs over cats. his favorite colors are black and purple (this comes as little surprise). he never sweetens his tea because he likes the bitter tinge it leaves on the tongue. he hates horror movies because although they don’t scare him he always feels a tad uneasy the following night, but he does have a soft spot for science fiction. there’s a new movie like that coming to cinemas, so kurosaki asks lightly if he’d like to see it — maybe too lightly, but yuto doesn’t seem to notice. they go.

he doesn’t remember when it turns out that they both play duel monsters. he used to duel with ruri, a long time ago, and they haven’t come back to it for years now, but he pulls his old deck out of somewhere and leaves it to yuto’s curious inspection. “raid raptors?” yuto asks, shifting through the extra deck, “they look really cool.” kurosaki feels proud, though he doesn’t know why. they start playing together and he learns that yuto’s deck is sharp as a razor — but the raptors prove to shabby either. somehow, he wants to make them even better. he wants to duel yuto more.

they still make notes for ruri, but start skipping one subject or another. she’s never taken much interest in biology or chemistry anyway. the written-over papers pile up in the cupboard until it looks like it’s about to burst.

before half a year elapses, he can’t imagine what is was like, not having yuto as his best, closest friend. at that point, it gets really hard to pretend that he hadn’t always sort of wanted an opportunity to grow closer to him — just why did it have to happen like that?

it gets really hard to pretend that he may not have been half as overprotective as he appeared and that when they had still hung out with ruri, he really was worried that yuto would take his sister away from him, not the other way round.

he knows yuto still misses ruri, misses her through and through. so one thing becomes truly impossible to push away, one thing that tortures kurosaki in the dead of the night as he lays awake and wide-eyed, that washes over him in waves of guilt and pricks at his eyes in tears of disappointment — because he can’t pretend that he wouldn’t prefer ruri to remain ill anymore.

[icelynia]

Also don’t just go posting information about yourself everywhere online. It’s your choice how much you share about yourself, but keep in mind that the more details you share, the easier it will be to narrow you down.

I’ll give an example here of how tiny details could build up with five fake posts that someone could make:

Post 1: I’m 13 and I can say that’s this information is not true of all 13 year olds.

This gives both age/narrows down your birth year to ~3 different years.

Post 2: I have 4 older sisters (32F, 29F, 26F, 22F) and 1 younger brother (9M) and have no idea what presents to get them. Any ideas??

This now gives your family size. We are now looking for a 13 year old with 4 older sisters and 1 younger brother. This narrows the possibilities more.

Post 3: People really don’t understand what living with *insert mental illness here* is like. They always say it’s X when that’s literally never true! Y is way more common. Ask me, I would know!🙃

Now we are looking for a 13 yr old who has 4 older sisters and 1 younger brother who also has *this mental illness*. Shrinks more.

Post 4: Living in the USA sucks! I wish I was in a Swedish or Denmark school!

We now have a country. We are looking for an American 13 year old with 4 older sisters/1 younger brother of those ages and who has *this mental illness* . The possible pool shrinks even more.

Post 5: Living as a short guy in Tennessee really sucks. Everyone is so tall around here. Even the other boys my age around here are taller.

With the final post we can put together a full picture of this person. Here we have a 13 year old boy who lives in Tennessee and has 4 older sisters who are 32, 29, 26, 22 and 1 younger brother who is 9M. This boy also has *this mental illness* and add all this information together to get John Doe who lives at 1234 NotReal Ave, with his parents and siblings.

Now, someone would have to be insane to do this and we all think that this wouldn’t happen to us, but it can and we should all be at least willing to think about protecting ourselves. If you want to learn more this concept is called your Digital Footprint.

Other notes:

Don’t post photos of yourself somewhere until you leave that place. People (an ex, a random, a stalker, etc.) could use those posts to figure out where you are and could hurt you using that. Live posting of photos/videos could also give information about your daily routine. If you always post from the mall at 5PM on Thursday and the laundromat every other day from 2-3, then that is basically giving people your routine. Also, if you think people wouldn’t be able to find the place-yes they can. A photo of even a blank wall can tell someone who knows what they’re doing where you are. If you don’t believe me, watch anyone who’s good at Geoguessers. Also this guy who using the clips from the teasers released from Jet Lag: The Game has been able to find the exact spots for every shot. The clips are each only a second or two long, yet Hamfrags and the other Jet Lag fans are able to find the exact places and angles, but are also able to sort them chronologically based on outfits, places, and the sunlight. The below is another link to the same guy.

Also don’t click suspicious links. You never know what they could lead to. The Rickroll has honestly been great for our society since it has made everyone more cautious about clicking links that D4rks0u1xD posts in the comments.

Stay safe and have fun everyone.

TO ANYONE CHATTING TO SOMEONE ONLINE

If you are considering meeting up with someone online use this trick identify who really are who they claim to be:

1. Ask them to Skype 2. If they refuse or can’t for some reason ask for a current selfie 3. If they also refuse or can’t do not meet up with them 4. If they provide one ask them to send another with them holding 3 fingers up 5. If they refuse read step 3 6. If they provide a selfie where they show 3 fingers they are probably for real

(If you’re still unconvinced try again with them drawing something in their hand)

I SAY THIS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY please spread this message as more and more young people are lured out into situations where they get kidnapped because they weren’t 100% sure the person they were talking to was real.