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violetnotez · 4 years ago

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matchup for drew | JJK

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Hey babe! So I match you up with....

ＩｎｕｍａｋｉＴｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that 🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay, Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue.

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket.

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted.

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

#matchup #matchup comission #jjk #jjk matchup #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen matchup #inumaki x reader #inumaki matchup

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years ago

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It’s Okay

A/N: I’m writing a self-indulgent fic due to fact that I’m feeling ✨ insecure and ugly ✨Yes this is me projecting. I like Heaven’s Design Team, and Unabara is one of my comfort characters, and he’s also v tall, and he looks like a good hugger. So why not write him being the fluffy being that he is.

Warnings: once again another breakdown, body image talk, mild nsfw mentions, mention of panic attacks

Tag List (even tho i know none of y’all dont know the show but shh): @misskittysmagicportal, @bisexualnathanyoung, @super-unpredictable98, @joz-stankovich, @hufflepuffheroine, @ghouls-buddy, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @seancekitsch, @the-freckled-luba, @neuroticpuppy

“What’s wrong?” Neptune asks, seeing you curled up on the corner of the bed, hands covering your face. He’d just come in from another day of work with the team. They were working on an animal that’s seen and heard from far away. It’d been going okay, and they were making a lot of progress.

You’d been denying him an answer to how you were feeling all day. Yes, he deserves to know. But something told you that you were being a burden. And that he didn’t need to hear your issues. He has a lot on his plate. And you didn’t want to stress the poor thing out. It’d only add fuel to your emotional fire. So you bottled it up. Seemed to be working just fine. Nothing a little forgetting can fix. You were really struggling. You can’t tell anyone how you feel, or else they may think it’s their job to help you. And it’s not. It never is. But they do it somehow. You’d always felt like a burden, maybe it was due to how everything in the past had worked out for you (horribly). Or maybe it was just due to your extreme anxiety issues, as well as being atrocious at keeping friends. They always left. And never came back. And somehow, that mean-spirited little voice always said it’s your fault. You’re the catalyst. You’re why everything falls apart around you. You’re the reason everyone’s stressed and upset. So that’s your philosophy. How’s that been working out, huh?

“I’m tired. And I’m upset for no reason. I’m also not feeling the most confident. But I can’t really remember a time where I did feel good about my appearance. I just straight up think I’m ugly. ” you mutter, tears forming in your eyes.

You’d been waiting for your body to finally cave in and let you cry. Weeks of missed panic attacks. Days without breaking down. First it seemed fine. Then the fatigue set in. So did the muscle aches. And feeling like sitting in the corner for the entire day. Thinking of what you could be doing. And shaming yourself for not being able to make a full meal. It was just so much all of the time. Everyone has their limits, but those also change. People grow. Somehow, though, it seemed that you were left out. And that everyone seemed to be doing just fine. Except for you, of course.

“Well, it’s fine to be upset, or tired. And I’ve mentioned that if you need help sleeping, I’m glad to help you. Be it cuddling or simply letting you be. But the latter part is where I find the issue. Your appearance is fine. But I know people can see each other differently.” he whispers, sitting down near you, but it seems as if he wasn’t close enough.

“Well, I honestly don’t know how you manage to call me cute sometimes. I really don’t see it. Never have.” you state, falling back completely onto the bed, arms spread out.

“I only say it because it’s the truth. If I think you look cute, or nice, I’ll tell you. There’s no use in me lying. What is this stemming from?” he asks, putting his hand on yours.

“I saw some of my old classmates from school and just....how? How do I equal to them? I feel like everyone’s moving on, and looking good. And feeling confident. But I just can’t seem to.” you say. Your eyes floating to a specific spot on the ceiling that looked like a snowman, and you thought about it for a while.

“Everyone’s different. And I think you look perfectly fine. And some people may just be feeling better. It doesn’t make you any worse.” he replies softly, twisting to face your flat form on the bed.

“Yeah, but I fucking hate everything about myself. Every time I seem to have something good, that dumbass voice comes back and I’m right back here again. I love my hair, then it’s a burden and I want to get rid of it. I look nice in these jeans, then I think I should lose the weight so they aren’t as tight. What the fuck is wrong with me?” you ask, tears finally falling onto the comforter.

“Aw, come here.” he says, laying down so he can look you at you closer. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Sure, you have anxiety, and yes, you have intrusive thoughts, but that’s okay. It doesn’t make you any less of a person. And it doesn’t make you any less attractive.” Unabara whispers, holding you close.

You begin sobbing into his chest, and your hands grasp at his sweater, trying to find something to hold onto before you fall from whatever was keeping you above the water. Dark, deep waters. Every part of you wants to scream, but you can’t seem to get that giant bubble from your chest. Neptune’s hand gently moves up and down your back, and you gasp for air as wave after wave of feeling go through you. It’s like you never get a break as tears fall repeatedly down your face, drowning you in a weird way. Your chest heaves as you wrap around Neptune, face hidden in his neck to get away from the reality of him seeing you like this. Vulnerable, and some would consider it torn to the ground. Somehow by your own feelings, you’d been torn to the ground and for what? Feelings were supposed to tell you what’s going on, not ponder if every person you’d met in your entire life was offended by you, and if they were it was always your fault. Never anyone else’s, always yours. That’s not true, but somehow you’d managed to get it engrained in your skull do much that no lobotomy would help.

They never seemed to leave you be, it seemed. One moment everything’s fine and it’s all good and the next you’re on the floor again, wondering whether or not you should’ve said this, or that. Or said these things, or even simply existed in their presence. You had done nothing wrong, yet only the most harsh and cruel punishments were reserved for you with your name in bold, bright letters. Nothing could help you at this point. Not the warmest, and most inviting of baths, or the coldest bowl of ice water to dip your head in, disrupting you from the shaking you’d been experiencing. Even his strong arms couldn’t help as you trembled in his grip. You hadn’t even noticed that his eyes were closed, almost as if he was trying to forego tears. See look what you’re doing to him. You thought, but it was shut down as he opened his eyes, and looked directly at you. Throwing you off for a moment before you went back to dreading everything about yourself once more. Except the hiccups were subsiding, and the feeling in your fingers and toes had begun to come back. Unabara’s head was tilted onto yours, and you matched your breathing to his, calming down somewhat.

“Can you do something really quickly for me...please?” he whispered, deep voice echoing in your mind. You gently nodded, and he moved to get up as you still sat on the bed, the ends of your jacket crumpled and partially wet.

“You don’t have to do this, but I’m going to go from your feet to your head. List what you don’t like about the body part.” he said, and you nodded once more as he gently nudged your foot, looking at you to engage.

You thought for a moment and replied in a quiet voice, rough from the tears.

“I don’t like how big my feet are. Sure, it may be fine with dancing, and it’s not that noticeable. But shoes my size are upwards of 70 dollars.” you reply, fiddling with your hands.

“Mm, I think they’re fine. I like the fact that we can share shoes sometimes. It’s more space for other things. Legs?”

“They’re oddly shaped. And they’re discolored too.” you stutter out, feeling goosebumps tickle your skin as his hands gently moved up your form.

“I think they’re quite lovely. And you’ve got quite a kick. Strong too. You can fit in more odd positions, may look uncomfortable. But you always manage somehow.” he says, kissing the top of your knee.

It went on like that for a while, with you talking about how you hated the fact that your thighs don’t match in color to how the divots in your hip made you feel like you should look different elsewhere. When one part of the body was talked over, you both removed a piece of clothing, the same for each person. Somehow you’d even managed to mention that you didn’t like the fact that your stretch marks could be seen with a simple flick of a waistband. And only he got to see the secret ones. Hidden from many views. Eventually, it got to the point where you were mostly nude in front of Neptune. His eyes averted from where some would be looking most. When his eyes did, however, drifted southwards, it wasn’t one of sexual thought.

“What about here?” he gently asked, hands landing on your hips.

“I don’t think I can complain about her. So much to learn. And so many feelings, good and bad. But none to blame.” you mutter, gasping as a skilled finger made its way to where you seemed to want it most.

“I think it’s wonderful. And not in the “I think vaginas are nice because I only think of it in a sexual manner way. I think they’re neat. And there’s a lot to learn, and much more to unlearn as well. I always like how you feel on the precipice of orgasm. Almost like a vice, but not one that I’d be upset about. You’re usually the most vocal, pillow over your face, or face pressed into my shoulder. Then, you’re there. And I’m there, or close enough. You just look so peaceful and emotional in the most wonderful of ways. You’re not worried about how you look. Or how your hair looks spread across the sheets unevenly. You just feel everything at once. And I find that so amazing.” he whispers into your ear, and it took everything in you not to take him right then and there.

Unabara didn’t give you a quickie that night. Or the ol’ suck and fuck. He took his time, even after you cried on his shoulder. And admitted your flaws to him. He made sure you were fine every step of the way. Holding your hand. Breathing into your neck as to not overstimulate his own ears. He even took the time to kiss over every last mark and scar from childhood on your legs before eating you out. I mean, yeah, you were ready to shove his entire face in your vagina. But the sheer amount of effort he went through to make sure that you were comfortable, and happy (in that moment at least). It honestly could push you to tears. How could someone care so much about another? They’d go through hours of love and appreciation, just to see you smile, or almost wake up the neighbors.

Tears fell down your face once more that night as you cuddled into Neptune’s chest. You listened to his heartbeat as his hands lay once more on your back. He looked at you with so much love and support. And you couldn’t help but crack under that pressure. Pressure to reciprocate. You always did. Somehow. Even in those moments where you pondered researching panic methods just to feel some relief. But you made it. And he found you worthy. Then slowly, slowly, you found yourself worthy as well.

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koba-baboba · 3 years ago

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moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

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the-everlasting-dream · 6 years ago

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In My Head - Rafael x MC

Summary: A commentary of MC Jaya’s thoughts during the date with Rafael last chapter.

A/N: My brain - and by extension Jaya’s - is weird. Sorry. You have been warned. This is kinda bad but idc

Tags: @chantelle-x0x , @choicessa, @mariamulroney , @drakewalkerwhipped , @thewolvesss , @mfackenthal , @srawesleyghuewrites , @topsyturvy-dream , @enmchoices , @gardeningourmet @debramcg1106 , @alesana45 , @meladoridarcy, @blackcatkita , @tmarie82 , @annekebbphotography , @lizk77 , @jayjay879 , @tornbetween2loves , @akrenich , @theroyalweisme , @likethetailofacomet , @sleepwalkingelite , @littleblossom-18 , @ooo-barff-ooo , @drakewalker04 , @mkatschoicesblog ,

Rafael Aveiro: @kennaloverofdragons , @ifyouseekheart , @brightpinkpeppercorn

Jaya FC: Pooja Hegde

Shower? Done. Deep condition? Done. Moisturise? Done. Shave? Goddamn Jaya its the first date, nothing’s gonna happen. Rafael Aveiro is not that kind of guy… And I am not that kind of girl..

Standards. Yep totally got those.

Okay okay, time for the most important part of date prep. Picking the outfit.

What did he say again? Dress comfy.. Comfy, Mr Aveiro, means my panda onesie and Ugg boots. I hardly think thats first date material right there. Unless it was a movie date, and we got to build the PERFECT outfit.

Think casual but cute. Classy but not like we’re trying too hard. Yep okay lets go. Ooo this dress is cute and it could pair it with those cream wedges... Where are they - NOOO. That stupid chocolate stain from my going away party is STILL there?

So scrapping that idea. What about that leather skirt… Found it. Okay nope. I look like a hoe in that. We’re going for wholesome not HOEsome here.

What do I feel casual in? Pencil skirt? Dress? Jeans? Ugh Raf could you be anymore ambiguous in your description? Don’t you know that girls require a detailed agenda of what we will be doing on the date so we can plan our outfit accordingly??

Oh my god why do I not have anything nice to wear??

Ughhhhh I just wanna throw out my whole wardrobe and start again.. I wish Asos had instant delivery like you payed the the thing and it would just magically show up in your closet. I could put together a killer outfit in minutes..

Too plain… too boring… I’m pretty sure that should be in my laundry pile… That’s my lab coat..

Oh that’s a cute skirt… I’m pretty sure I wore that to the concert with Bryce… I don’t wanna outfit repeat though…

Does this match..

Nope.

WHY CAN'T I FIND ANYTHING TO WEAR??

Everything I have makes me look too short, too fat or like I’m trying too hard. I just wanted jeans and a nice top but evidently that’s too much to ask..

What would Lois Lane wear? Wait how cold is it going to be tonight?

…Okay no skirts then. Alright he said dinner so that means no white or light colours coz we don’t know where we’re going so lets just go with jeans and maybe I could go with that burgundy off shoulder top I got last week? Huh.. that actually doesn’t look too bad.

Damn I actually look kinda good… Lets hope he thinks so too.

Alright now to give this mane a quick blow dry. Ugh why do I have my hair so long again? I literally do nothing with it but chuck it up in a pony tail… I should chop it off, do a new year, new me thing for spring or something..

Okay done.

Now make up. Think classy and cute. Lets put on some music…. Hmmm.. Bollywood Jams… What haven’t I listened to in a while.. Got it.

Panghat pe aake saiyyan marode baiyaan And everybody blames it on Radha Chhedde hai humka daiyaan, bairi Kanhaiya And everybody blames it on Radha

*Twenty minutes of singing and dancing later*

Okay Jaya focus. Focus like your life depends on it.

Time for *deep breath* Eyeliner..

Don’t… make… a…move… Okay that actually looks good. Time for the other one. Don’t… make… a…move… Fuck they don’t match… I’ll just make the other one thicker… Not that thick! Maybe I can use some concealer and make fix… Nope now that one’s too short.. Maybe… okay that looks worse…

Fuck eye makeup I’m just gonna skip it

Are hoops too much for a first date? Do I subscribe to that ‘the bigger the hoop, the bigger the hoe’ thing…? Maybe…

Nows not the time for experimenting Jaya. Focus. Now lipstick.. I cooooould go with red.. Who am I? Priyanka Chopra? Oh wait even Priyanka doesn’t wear red… Ok PC don’t let me down, I’m going with nude..

Shit is that the bell?! Okay okay, wallet, phone, shoes, I haven’t picked shoes yet! Ugh okay lets hope he doesn’t notice the chocolate stain.

Coming, coming. Oh wow he looks hot. I mean how does he make just a green jacket and t-shirt look good. Remember to speak Jaya. Say hi. Keep it cool. Goddamn Superman, you’ve got one adorable smile. Huh this old thing? Its just something I threw on… in pure desperation and defeat.

Omg guys pls don’t make a huge deal of this… I am so getting a roasting when this is over.

Please let’s go. Hang on where are we going? This is true. He can’t show me the city from indoors. Guess we’re doing an outdoor thing then...Apparently its a surprise. I can do this whole spontaneous thing.. Yep easy peasy.. so not still wondering if I’ve over dressed but if his outfit is anything to go off I think I should be fine?

Umm do you know where we’re going? Coz i have no idea. And I hope you’re not taking me some place to get mugged. DONT say that out loud Jaya. Focus on the conversation.. He’s asking you if you like Boston..

God he’s gorgeous. And humble too. So different from any other guy I’ve dated. From any other guy I’ve met actually… They don’t make em like they made you Rafael Aveiro.

He claims he’s not Superman but this is totally a Clark Kent outfit.. just missing some glasses. I bet he’d look hot in glasses. Does he wear glasses? I need to know immediately. Nope he doesn’t. 20-20 vision… Just like Superman.

WOAH

I would have totally missed this place if I hadn’t known it was here… or hadn’t had my own personal Superman showing me around. Heh.

Okay enough superman jokes.

I don’t even know where to look, the food, the smells, the sounds, the people, its kinda like the night markets back home. And oh my god what is that smell? Best street food in Boston… Yep I don’t doubt that for a second...

….Is it too cliche if I say Indian food? Coz I have been dying for some Aloo gobi since I came to Boston and — THEY HAVE CHANA MASALA!?!? IM TAKING IT ALL SORRY NOT SORRY Subhanu you’ll be out of business by the time Jaya Da Silva is done with you.

Wait he knows everyone here? And they know him? Did he like… save everyone in this city or something?

Okay wow this is getting a bit crowded, is it too cliche if I grab his hand? Almost… there… Oh were at our seats… Bummer.

Did he just… pull out the chair for me? Homeboy is earning some major points over here… I am impressed.

Damn he really does know everyone. If that wasn’t so impressed, I’ve be suspicious. Oh wait he’s grown up with these people. That explains it.

Community man.. Family man. Good match.. God I sound like the aunties back in Chennai.

He’s way too adorable to be single. A sweet guy, who cares about the community and is genuinely kind and smart? Guys like him do NOT pop out of no where… What are the chances he’s got some crazy dark secret..

Goddamn Jaya calm down with the analysing. Just relax.

Crap he just asked me about my community? What part should I tell him? The crazy expectations, the insane reputations to uphold or the life ruining rumours? Lie Jaya. You gotta lie. You can’t dump the truth on him this early on. He’s a nice guy but even he will turn tail and run if you tell him about your m-

Oh our foods here. OMG I apologise in advance but this has got to be one of the best chana masala’s I’ve ever seen. Patti would feel threatened. Let’s see how it tastes. SO FLIPPING GOOD. OH MAH GAAAHH

Raf I hope you don’t mind if I pig out coz I’ve been dying for Patti’s food and this is the closest I’m probably gonna get and this is pretty damn close.

Is he looking at me enough? Omg is he looking at me too much? Don’t have something on my face? Okay lets subtly move your hand up and.. okay that was subtle enough right? Holy crap I had gravy on my mouth and he didn’t say anything… Maybe it wasn’t noticeable?

Do I prefer a community or my own space? Hmmm… How do I answer this tactfully…

Oh this is nice. We’re picking up a rhythm here. Just casual chatting… He is actually really funny…

Okay Rafael Aveiro I see you. You’ve got that hidden sass in you that I sure as hell am going to bring out…

Oh damn I stand corrected, we are already at the roasting phase — more like a slight toasting really but he’s bring up The Grand Bathrobe Incident of two weeks ago. Oh great, I am never going to live that down. But hey if it landed me here I have no regrets...

Wow he’s actually got a bit of green in his eyes. I never noticed that. Why have I never noticed that? Probably because I’ve never been this close to see it…?

Oh wait I need a mint. All this chicken tikka and garlic I am gonna to do a major refresh if we’re going to do any kissing… or whatever.

Wait he just gave me a look. What does that mean? Are we going to… no it can’t be. Omg I did NOT wear my cute underwear.. what if we have sex? Nope Jaya nope. No sex on the first date. No matter how cute the green in Superman’s eyes are.

Hmm guess not… Anyways

*Later*

No way he likes the same flavour of Skittles as me! He’s already planning a movie night for us? Wait is that a hint at another date? Or was it just a general thing?

Wait where is everyone else? Are we the last ones here? Hang on a second how did he pay without me noticing?? Nope I can’t let him pay, I- He’s not hearing any of it. Okay fine I won’t argue but next time I’m paying.

Did he just… ask to walk me home? Can this man get any more precious??? Of course honey you can. Gosh I’m melting right now, this is so adorable…

Oh my god, our fingers brushed. They brushed again.. And again… Please take my hand, please take my hand. I really wanna hold yours but I’m too socially awkward to do that.. Thank god he got the hint. This is nice… real nice…

Okay that walk was way too short for anything to happen. We’e stopped outside my porch. I am SO happy I ran into you Raf. you made my shitty day so much better. Oh god this is like one of those movies where they stand outside the door for ages not wanting to say anything… I really wanna kiss him. Goddamn he’s dreamy as hell…

How do I tell him I want him to kiss the life out of me without… you know.. telling him I want him to kiss the life out of me?

He’s gonna say goodnight? Wait THATS it? Just a goodnight and go? Wait I think he got the hint, he’s taking a step closer. Wow he’s tall, I’ve always liked them tall dark an handsome.. His eyes… wow..

Oh my god is this really happening? Does he want to kiss me? Of course he wants to kiss you, you dolt, he’s leaning in closer. Can’t you see the look in his eyes? Why is he waiting… Crap he’s waiting for me.. What if I’ve misjudged this whole — Oh fuck it here goes.

Mmmm

Woah..

Abshhgkl… can’t… articulate… kiss... too good…

Breathe Jaya breathe. All tingly now. His arms are so strong… He can leave them around me… He doesn’t have to let go just yet… God he has the most amazing shy smile.. I could kiss him again… and again… and never stop… Do we have to stop?

Oh yep he wants to stop. Thats…not unexpected… He wants to take it slow remember? Its probably a good thing. I don’t know what I’d do if I managed to sneak him upstairs — out of sight to all my roommates of course — get him pinned up against the wall, inch my fingers up that nice but totally unnecessary shirt of his — I bet he’s got amazing abs too — and just —

Jaya! Stop it. Stop perving on the nice boy! This is your first date, he already wants to take it slow, lets not ruin this by not being able to keep it in your pants. Now pull yourself together and say goodnight.

This is like a freaking rom com. Am I in Love Actually right now? He’s actually waiting for me to get in the house before leaving. Chivalry is obviously not dead everyone. Rafael Aveiro alone is keeping it alive.

Oh fuck my keys, where are they where are they, shit hurry up he’s waiting for you to get in, don’t ruin the moment for me stupid k— Ah finally.

He looks too adorable to leave out on the front porch. Smile and say goodnight Jaya like a grown ass adult. I really want run over and kiss him. And from the way he’s looking at me, I think he wants to too?

Nope self control Jaya. This is what we practice in this household. Close the door and go upstair— Oh my god he’s whistling as he walks away. Ahhh does that mean he had a good time? Because I sure as hell did. I hope he asks me out again. Or I could ask him out this time.

Either way I hope we can see a lot more of each other soon because you are something else Superman. Something else indeed.

#rafael aveiro #rafael x mc #open heart #choices open heart #jaya da silva #choices #playchoices #choices fandom #choices fanfiction #elle's a weirdo #sorry this is what happens in my brain #but like the censored version #a lot of weird stuff didn't make the cut #you'll be happy i cut it

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gatoseliana · 8 years ago

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Spray | Eliana & Ezekiel

TAGGING: @ezekielpwilde & @gatoseliana

TIME: Monday afternoon

PLACE: Basketball side building & Philosophy class

NOTES; Ezekiel follows Eliana after class and finds she’s going to tag the wall and convinces her not to ending up in them chatting and becoming friends.

Ezekiel Wilde sat near the front of the auditorium and took out his notebook. He didn't bring anything else to class other than the notebook dedicated to the subject and two pens, a black one for titles and a blue one for the actual class notes. He generally wrote down all that the professor said and then went over it before he got into bed in the evening. He smiled at a girl he seemed to recognize from The Beat, named Eliana. He had noticed her in class before, he'd even asked her for a pen once when his had run out but he really didn't know the girl.

Eliana 's by far hated class was Philosophy. The subject was interesting enough but she never liked the idea of lectures and sitting for hours listening to an old guy talk while she was supposed to be 'learning' something. She wasn't the most organized person and kinda fell short of model student which is why it wasn't a surprise to anyone in the classroom including the professor that she arrived late. "Sorry" She mouthed as she found the only seat up front next to some kid she recognized online vaguely. He smiled at her and she politely grinned back. She took out her notebook from her backpack, which was a mess and had various things that weren't school related like some CDs, gym clothes, tangled up headphones and even some spray paint she was gonna use later that day after class.

Ezekiel Wilde was playing around with his pen as he focused on the intro the professor was giving. He accidentally let it fly from between his fingers and it landed on the floor between his and Eliana's chair. "Oh, shoot." He whispered and leaned over slightly to take his pen. He glanced at Elaina's hands that were rummaging in her backpack and noticed a can of spray paint. He stopped himself from raising his eyebrows at that and sat back, politely smiling at the other student. It really wasn't any of his business... but spray painting on school grounds could mean that she'd get serious consequences... but maybe she wasn't going to use it on any walls. He tried to follow the class but his curiosity was peeked. He really wanted to know what she was going to do with those cans.

Eliana noticed Ezekiel look at her funny and she frowned. "What?" She asked as she zipped up her backpack. She adjusted in her seat, thinking how weird this guy was. The whole class period she half took notes, have texted on her phone, not paying much attention as she should have. As the class ended she swung her backpack onto one arm and headed out. Eliana liked to push the boundaries at how much she could get away with without getting caught. Tagging the side wall of the basketball court was one of those things. After class she headed towards there, knowing not many people would be around the court since they didn't have practice going on today.

Ezekiel Wilde shrugged. "Nothing." Is all he said and then put this spray can issue to thee side. He took full notes, engaged in class (which people found really annoying about him but he didn't really care) and resented his untidy handwriting multiple times. He really didn't like how he put so much effort in his notes and they still looked like he didn't care at all. He thought he should have become a doctor, he had the handwriting. When the class ended he noticed how quickly Eliana ran out. He put his stuff away and followed her from a distance. Where was she going? He asked himself as he followed her through the masses.

Eliana As Eliana made her way to the building she sat down her backpack and lit up a cigarette before taking out the spray can. She wanted to do something profound, not some stupid gang tag like you see on the side of the highway. She thought about doing something basketball related because maybe they wouldn't paint over it that way but wanted to do something ironic like 'art is not a crime' type of quote. As she puffed on ehr cigarette she shook the can of spray paint before popping off the cap of it.

Ezekiel Wilde felt a bit creepy, hiding while he looked at a girl just sitting down and smoking but then he saw her grab the can of paint and pop the cap off. She could get in so much trouble if she did this and if he didn't speak up, wouldn't that also mean he was sort of an accomplice? He didn't know for sure but he did know he had to do something. He stepped out from behind the wall of the school building and jogged over to her. "Hey, I don't think you want to do that." He told her, hoping she wouldn't get mad at him for interrupting.

Eliana turned when she saw someone running towards her. She put out her cigarette with her shoe and frowned at him. The weirdo from class? What kinda of trip was this guy on, honestly? "Oh? And why's that?" She asked as she put her arm down but kept the can in hand. Eliana didn't like taking orders, especially from nerds like Ezekiel that didn't even know her. "What's it to you anyways?"

Ezekiel Wilde sat down next to her and shrugged. "I don't want you to get in trouble and honestly, I don't want to get in trouble..." He told her. "And by being here and knowing you're spray painting around the school, I could be considered an accomplice if I don't tell the staff at the school." He said and rubbed his neck. "I don't want to tell anyone about this, but I also don't want to get kicked out of school." He explained. "And I don't think you do either." He added.

Eliana laughed. "An accomplice. Yeah... I mean we could both go to jail. But if you dont say anything and I'm not gonna say anything..." She looked around and shook up the can again and then paused. "Wait...did you follow me here from class? What a stalker." She said confronting him. "Because...you say the paint in my bag." She walked towards him quickly. "You're a little snoop!" She said as she crossed her arms.

Ezekiel Wilde held up his hands and stood up. "Hey, I didn't snoop. You just didn't hide those cans very well." He explained himself. He knew he'd have to make her talk about something else other than how he was a snoop and getting mad at him. "Uhm, why do you do it? The spray painting? Have you been doing it long?" He wondered.

Eliana tossed her can back to her backpack knowing she wasn't gonna be able to do anything til she got rid of this guy. "You don't even know what I was gonna put up there. Its art. And I don't think it should get anyone in trouble honestly. Since high school though I guess to answer your question." She shrugged. "Why you so interested in my spray painting history?" She asked as she leaned against the wall. After a pause she looked him up and down. "What's your deal anyways? I've seen you on The Beat."

Ezekiel Wilde shrugged. "I don't know what you mean by 'my deal'. I just wanted to find out what you were going to do, if you were going to get yourself in trouble or not. And you were." He told her with a smirk. "I'm just happy I was right and that you're not spraying yet because even if you don't think you should get in trouble, there are a lot of people who don't agree." He told her. "They have handcuffs." He added for good measure.

Eliana "Not really any of your business anyways though..I mean you followed me here I didn't make you do anything." She squinted her eyes at him. "What so you always follow all the rules? Thats so boring. Wouldn't be the first time I got handcuffed." She smirked at him. "I meant what's your deal like who are you?" She asked.

Ezekiel Wilde leaned back a bit."I am Ezekiel Wilde and I'm a theology student. I do follow all the rules, unless I'm not aware of them. Who are you?" He asked, just as bluntly as she did. He didn't know why she was so pissed at him, though. He really was only to help, but maybe the girl didn't realize that.

Eliana "Theology. That's super interesting." She nodded. Eliana sat down on the ground and pulled her backpack towards her getting out a soda can. "So you're like really into religion or something, that makes since that you want to follow the rules then." She smiled at him. He was interesting and she wasn't sure why she kept sitting there talking to him. "You want a soda?" She asked. "I have like a 6 pack of pepsi in here" Eliana laughed.

Ezekiel Wilde smiled. She seemed to be warming up to him a bit. That was good. "Yeah, sure. Thank you." He said and took the can of soda from Eliana's hand. He thanked the Lord for his drink and then opened it and took a sip. "I wouldn't say that it is my religion that makes me want to follow the rules, it's just that when rules are just and with reason, I don't mind them. There are a few rules I would like to change, but they're all with a goal that is supported by scripture." He explained. "I am studying theology because I hope to one day become ordained." He explained. "It isn't something a lot of people want to do anymore, but it suits me." He added.

Eliana watched him pray before his soda and she smiled to herself. It was strange but she liked how different he was. "Okay well why do you think its against the rules to tag the wall? You think its just that I can't express myself when I want to?" She asked. "Its art. You think it's just that people get in trouble for graffiti but not for far worse crimes?" She asked. Eliana wasn't trying to be rude although it could be seen as that. She was just asking as an example. "Yeah you don't find many...Christian right?"

Ezekiel Wilde smiled softly at her. "You could express yourself by at least using... chalk? Or pen and paper? Or draw on your own wall in your room. This isn't your property and maybe not everyone likes to see your art." He explained. "Now, do I think you deserve a prison sentence for it, no, but I also don't agree with just anyone spray painting anything they want. I was annoyed when my little nephew wrote on my door and wall, so... I'd imagine people feel the same way about your spray painting." He told her and then nodded. "I am a Christian. An Anglican, actually. My parents were Catholic and I still carry a lot of those Catholic values which Anglicans have sort of put to the side... which makes me a bit of the odd one out but I'm used to that." He admitted.

Eliana opened her mouth to speak but she knew he had a point. "Well...fuck you got me. You should see me room though its very graffiti friendly." She smiled. "Oh, I don't think I know much about anglican...what's the difference?" She asked curiously. Eliana was always interested in different religions. She grew up Jewish but she wasn't really religious herself. She knew a few people growing up that were Jews for Jesus and she thought that was cool. It was the one thing that she didn't judge people too much on despite the world judging so much.

Ezekiel Wilde squirmed a bit. He was uncomfortable around crude language but he knew that he couldn't restrict other's speech. "Well, the difference isn't stunning. Both churches believe in the Holy trinity, for example and have a lot of the same traditions. I think the big differences are that the Anglican church permits divorce while the Catholic church doesn't and the Anglicans don't have a Pope, as we try to disperse power among multiple bishops. We also have female bishops and priests. In many Catholic churches I cannot take communion because I am Anglican. The reverse isn't so, Anglicans do allow Catholics to take communion in their churches." He explained. "I am a bit less pro divorce as some of my Anglican brothers and sisters. I think the only reason to get out of a marriage is abuse, everything else is possible to be worked out, in my opinion. This is just one example of how I am a little different within my own church." He said. "Are you at all religious?" He wondered.

Eliana "Alright. Wait why can't you take communion?" She asked curiously. "I get that. I mean marriage isn't super important to me but I agree, if you're gonna make a commitment to someone you should stick to it..maybe because my dad left when I was young I've been bitter about that. My mom said with him way longer than she should have..." Eliana was quiet for a moment and then perked up. "Anyways um...sorry that was too much information. I don't even know you. I'm Eliana Puckerman by the way." She said finally introducing herself.

Ezekiel Wilde sighed. "It's because Anglicans stepped away from the Catholic church and they don't allow members of other Churches to take communion. In an Anglican church anyone who's baptized can take communion." He told her. He listened to her story and then smiled softly as she obviously felt embarrassed. She showed some vulnerability for the first time it seemed. "Eliana Puckerman. I'll remember that." He said. "And yeah, it could stem from that but really, it just makes sense, doesn't it?" He questioned.

Eliana "Oh okay." She shrugged. "Yeah I guess so." Eliana didn't like talking about her father that much. She didn't remember much, just that her mom cried a lot. Ezekiel seemed like the guy that really had a great childhood. "And to answer your previous question, I'm Jewish. Not super into it. I like exploring my options you know. Learning about new religions is pretty fascinating."

Ezekiel Wilde nodded. "You should explore your options. There are multiple ways to find salvation or fulfillment." he told her. "For me it's Christianity, for others it's Islam, Judaism..." He told her. "But are you culturally Jewish? I mean, you might not believe but you can still follow tradition. Do you?" He asked her. He was interested in people's religious and spiritual life as well.

Eliana nodded. "My family does. I did up until I was like high school. I had my bat mitzvah and then kinda just decided it wasn't really for me. My ma's into it though. Still exploring it all you know" She pushed some hair behind her ear. "I don't think I've ever had a conversation like this after someone stopped be from vandalizing." She laughed.

Ezekiel Wilde chuckled. "Well, I've never had this conversation after stopping someone from vandalizing either." He told her. "If you ever feel like exploring Christianity, I have no problem explaining it to you or taking you along to church. It's not as boring as they say. Only if you're interested though." He suggested

Eliana thought about it for a moment. "Maybe" She stood up and put her backpack back on. "We'll see." She smiled. "I'll see you around though yeah? I mean...you take way better notes is Philosophy than I do" She joked, but honestly it was true.

Ezekiel Wilde grinned. "That I do." He said and then shook his head. "I don't, everyone has their own way of making notes but yes, I'll see you around... and use that paint on a wall that is yours or destined for art, alright?" He asked.

Eliana rolled her eyes. "yeah yeah yeah" She smirked and waved goodbye. She didn't know what it was about Ezekiel but Eliana knew that they would be good friends. He was the complete opposite of her but he was interesting. She walked off towards her dorm room.

#para #para: spray #para: ezekiel

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whxtiswriting · 5 years ago

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Orphaned Castiel ||

Castiels parents died when cas was very young, their best friend, James Novak, became a parent overnight. They were rich, and overnight, James lost his best friends, gained a son, and more money than he could ever use. He was only twenty three, and suddenly he had an entirely new life.

It was almost a dream, but the young child he’d just been given full responsibility of was kind of an asshole. He was constantly pushing James to his wits end. James suddenly felt like a failure at all turns. Nothing seemed to work, and the isolation was deafening. The first few years, James tried to do it alone.

That didn’t last long. After Cas broke his leg playing soccer with some local kids, James had a tutor come in. they started homeschooling, and he got a nanny, and things got easier. He actually had some free time, imagine that.

Castiel didnt have many friends, after that change. He saw many staff members come and go, and he lost his tutor right around the time he turned 17. He got caught making out, barely clothed, with his much older tutor. He was supposed to be studying- but instead he was feeling up his tutor. “Get out.” James hissed, pulling the older man by his ear. “Get out. You’re fired. Take your stuff and go.” James turned to cas. “You and I? We will talk after my meeting.” James warned, before walking off, to calm down. In the quiet of the room, castiel panicked. He got dressed and threw on a jacket- and he climbed out of the window, a familiar route the rebellious child took, over a large reaching branch, down the tree, and he took off running. He ran to the large gate that lined the huge property, jumped on it, climbed over- and hopped down, and then kept on running. He finally gave up running when his legs gave out. He didnt really think ahead-where he would go, where he would sleep that night, or anything like that. He ended up in a park, and hid out in a play structure.

It was really dark by the time james found him. Castiel had ignored the cries of his name- hed stayed hidden on the playground until james found him, and yanked him out from his hiding space. “Castiel!” He exclaimed, his temporary relief faded into anger. Castiel was trembling- but he didnt say anything. James dragged castiel to the car and watched him get in before he got into the drivers seat. He preferred to be in control-he didnt use personal drivers or anything excessive like that. The drive home was tense and quiet. Castiel didnt say anything, he kept his eyes downcast. He was afraid to say anything to his adoptive father. When they parked in the driveway, james clenched the steering wheel and breathed slowly for a moment. Castiel debated fleeing the car-but he feared that things would get worse if he did so. “My office.” James decided, slowly getting out of the car. “Let’s go.” “Yes sir.” Castiel agreed quietly, getting out. James was trying his hardest to keep calm. He walked inside and to his study without another word. He stood behind his desk, watching castiel walk in. “What were you thinking?” James asked. “-” Castiel hesitated. “Or were you just not thinking? You dont care who you’re hurting!” james accused, taking a deep breath. “-” Castiel scowled. “You acted cowardly, recklessly, and stupidly, Cas! I raised you better than this!” James hissed.

“Better than what?” Cas snapped. “I am EXACTLY as you raised me! If you think i should be better, than you should have raised me better!” Cas argued, glaring up at his godfather.

“I raised you better than what youre doing! I raised you to not go fucking a man who is fifteen years older than you and has been around since you were eight!” James hissed, angrily. “I raised you not to runaway from your responsibilities! To runaway from those who care about you!” Castiel hissed at him, scowling, “Who I fuck or don’t isnt any of your damn business!”

“It is my business! I didn’t raise you to become a whore!” James lashed out, realized what he said, and tried to calm down.

“So now I’m a whore?” Castiel questioned, “For being the least bit sexual? You’re just jealous because I have more of a sexlife than you do.” Castiel accused. “I don’t know when you became such an asshole.” James said, shaking his head. “This isn’t about my personal life, kid. This about you.” “This seems like it’s really about you. You dont give a damn about me. You’re lashing out because I have found a way to have a life in spite of you.” Castiel growled angrily.

“In spite of me? You have a life because of me!” James hissed back.

“Because of you? You didn’t do anything! You just got a kid from some dead couple.”

“I took you in when you had no one.” James exclaimed, exasperated. “You don’t care, do you? You don’t care who you’re hurting! You don’t care about anyone besides yourself! You’re such an ungrateful brat! You runaway instead of facing your consequences? If I had runaway from things when they got tough, who would you have? No one! You would be all alone!” “Being alone is better than this!” Cas said cruelly. “I don’t need you. I didn’t ask you to do anything for me! I don’t need you! You’re just an angry old man!” Cas screamed, threatened, clenching his hands. “You don’t need me? You wouldnt be able to tie your shoes or spell your name without me!”

“You arent my dad! You’ve made that clear! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“I’m glad your dad isnt around to see what you’ve become. You’d break his heart. You disgrace who they were!” James lashed out- saying things he didnt really mean.

“I should fire you, throw you out. You’ve gotten too comfortable with the luxury that comes with being around me.”

“You can’t fire me.” James laughed, “You couldn’t last one day without me.”

“When I turn 18, you’re so out of here. It’ll be the first thing I do. You might want to start packing.” He threatened.

“I’ll just have to make sure you know that I have control over you until you turn 18.” James replied, “You’re mine, I can make you do whatever I want.” “You couldnt make me say ‘Ah’ If you were a doctor.”

“You’re an asshole.”

Castiel shrugged. “A rich asshole.”

James realised that they needed to calm down. “Go stand in the corner and think about everything you’ve done wrong today, everything you’ve said.”

“Yeah, sure.” Cas snarked, rolling his eyes. He didnt move.

“Castiel Michael Romanov-Novak! Go!” James hissed through his teeth.

“Make me.”

“Go!” James repeated.

“No.”

James stalked around the desk, grasped castiels arm, and dragged him into the corner.

“Let go of me!” Castiel shrieked.

“Stand in the corner!”

“No!” Castiel screamed, thrashing against James’ hold.

James blocked castiel into the corner, irritatedly. “Go!”

Castiel continued to struggle for a moment before he stilled, and began taunting james. “This office is lovely. I think I’ll repaint it pink. Make it a recreation room.”

“Shut up, cas.” James encouraged, angrily.

“Make me.”

“Do you even care how worried I was?” James asked, sighing.

“No.” The answer was cold and he was lying.

“I looked everywhere for you.”

“That’s your problem.” Cas antagonized him.

“You’re such an asshole.” James exclaimed.

“Who’s fault is that? Is it yours or the four nannies that quit on us?”

“I don’t know how to make you realise what you did wrong or make you care!” James hissed back.

“Why don’t you try hitting me? You seem to think that works!”

“Shut up, cas.” James answered angrily.

“Make me.”

“Why don’t you ever just listen? Why do you always act like this?” James questioned castiel, still blocking him into the corner.

“Maybe it’s you.” Cas taunted. He was stroking the fire that was james’ anger- but he couldnt help it. He couldn’t stop.

James sighed, “Stand on one foot and face the wall.”

Castiel laughed, “You really think that will work? Should I touch my nose, too?” “Just- Just do it, cas.”

Castiel did as requested, but he couldnt stop laughing.

“Do you have to be such a pain?”

“No, but it’s fun.” Castiel answered, definitely.

James kept trying to reprimand castiel nonphysically, nonviolently, but castiel kept pushing his buttons. Cas kept taunting him. James finally snapped. He yanked castiel over to his desk after Castiel said he hated him.

James threw all of his work things onto the floor, a cup of pens shattered, pens scattered everywhere. “You’re an ungrateful bastard!” He hissed, having reached his breaking point.

He held castiel down, his hand on the middle of his back, and undid his belt. He was blinded by anger. “You are forcing my hand, cas! I dont know how else to get through to you!”

“Have you finally grown a pair?” Castiel asked, still recklessly taunting james. He didnt understand the danger he was in.

James yanked his belt off, folded it, and hit castiel on his ass, over his jeans. “You need to learn that actions and words have consequences!”

“Is that all you’ve got?” Castiel continued to taunt james.

James hit the belt down harder, “You must face your consequences!”

Castiel fake yawned, “Barely felt that.”

James angrily growled and tore castiels pants and underwear down, before hitting him with the belt again. That time, castiels laugh was cut off- he’d been laughing at the fact that james growled. “Is that all you have?” He taunted, and forced himself to laugh again. “It’s weak, no wonder you’re all alone.”

James began hitting him harder, really putting all of his effort into the punishment. He was careless about where the belt landed, and he even pulled castiels shirt off because it was shielding his back from the whipping. “You are a careless, ungrateful, smart-mouthed, stupid, reckless, asshole, spoiled, child!” each adjective was emphasised with a spank from the belt.

At first, castiel kept taunting him, but as it went on- it became harder to think or speak at all. He just cried, and screamed. He couldnt block the pain out, he was grinding his teeth, trying not to break- but it didnt last. He was a babbling puddle of pain not too long into the beating. He couldnt catch his breath between the hits. It went on for so long- castiels skin broke, and he was bleeding all over the belt and james’ desk. He couldnt even beg for it to stop- he couldnt calm down.

Then, james was yanked off of him. “Stop! James!” someone exclaimed, “What do you think you are doing?!”

Castiel was left panting on the desk, his head was spinning- his body felt like it was on fire.

“Cas? Are you okay?” Someone asked, touching castiel’s face.

Castiel flinched away from the contact.

There was a lot happening, all of a sudden, but cas couldnt focus on it- everything was foggy and busy. He was moved to his bedroom, his soft bed was a welcome change from the hard desk. If it wasnt so painful, castiel would have fallen asleep.

The room was quiet as castiel laid in his own misery. He couldnt bring himself to focus on the voices of his godfather, Benny- the head of the kitchens, and Amelia, James’ girlfriend of only a few weeks, as they argued in the hallway. The arguing was really loud, but all castiel was able to focus on was the scuff on his wall. It was from a table pushing into the wall when castiel fell as a young boy.

It was quiet again, as a new voice entered, “Thanks for calling me, Benny.” the newcomer was Bobby, their concierge doctor. “Where is he?”

“He’s resting on his bed.”

“I’d like to see him alone. I need a bucket of clean, warm water and a soft rag.” He instructed, before looking over the three gathered there. “I want you to go wait downstairs, and try not to kill anyone before I’m done here.”

“Yes, bobby.”

A moment later, his bedroom light flicked on and Bobby came in. The air was tense as bobby took in the sight before him. “Hey, Cas.” He greeted, attempting to not be upset by what he was seeing.

Castiel didnt respond.

“I’d ask how you are feeling but I’m sure I already know.” Bobby said, setting his doctor bag on a table and grabbing things out that he would need.

Castiel stayed quiet.

“I’ve got to clean you up, okay?” Bobby explained, “This will hurt.”

Castiel remained quietly.

The water was brought in, with the rag. “First, I’m going to use water to clean you up.” He took the rag and began washing castiels injured body.

Castiel tensed, and a whimper escaped his mouth.

“It’s okay, cas.” Bobby promised, he continued to wash castiels wounds and apologize as he did so. When he was done, he put the rag away, and grabbed a disinfectant. “I have to cleanse the wound with disinfectant, now. This will really sting, and burn. You can scream if you need to.” he narrated for castiel what he was doing.

Castiel didnt scream, though, even as the new fire erupted. He clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes. The burn was worse than the fire from being hit. It was amplified because castiel couldnt stop himself from writhing in agony.

It was still stinging when Bobby slipped rubber gloves on. “This will help.” He promised, pouring medicine onto his hands. “I’m going to apply a medicinal salve to your injuries. This will be invasive, and it might hurt- but it’ll help.”

Once again, castiel stayed quiet.

Bobby was gentle and thorough as he applied the medicine to castiels injuries. The wounds were on his bottom and his back, mostly, but there were stray welts and cuts on his arms and thighs.

“I could kill him for this.” Bobby grumbled, “To hurt a child is the worst thing you can do.” He removed his gloves and grabbed the bandages. “When my boys came to me- my oldest had a broken arm and hadnt slept in probably days. He had stayed awake and broken because he wanted to protect his brother- who has a medical condition. It had taken everything my oldest had to give. I would’ve killed their old man if I could have. What he did to my boys- my precious boys- I would have killed him. Luckily, he’s gone now.”

Bobby took a moment to make sure every wound was covered before he addressed castiel again. “The recovery from this will be hard for you. CPS will have to investigate and monitor your homelife and- It’s just going to be tough.” Bobby said, looking at him. “I promise you, though, castiel, I won’t let this happen to you ever again. I promise you.”

Castiel looked at him sadly, “-”

“I’ll be here often, as you recover. You have time to get your words together, cas. Now- here, take these-” He instructed, handing castiel some medicine, “And get some sleep, Okay?”

Castiel took the medicine with help from bobby and some water. He ended up basically sleeping for the next week, and then stayed in bed until his wounds faded into scars. There were three nurses that switched off to help castiel until he recovered, and Bobby checked in almost everyday.

Bobby kept his promises- CPS looked into the household and James went to therapy. Castiel and James ended up going to therapy together and separately. Cas was reluctant, but things got better, and after a while, they stopped going.

Castiel was given many workbooks and personal books and he resumed working in his study alone for much of his life after the incident.

James had to spent over a year trying to win amelia back, as she broke up with him over the incident- they did end up back together though.

Castiel’s behavior overall vastly improved; he wasnt a menace to the staff or james, and he wasnt constantly reckless with his life anymore. He made good friends with Benny, too.

Though, at 23, he might have had a backslide into dangerous behavior as he was engaging in a reckless ongoing flirtation with James’ personal assistant, Kyle. Kyle was a few years older than cas, but cas didnt care. He was almost always nice, and he cared about cas.

Cas was holed up in his study, reading a love story about a doctor and a student and their adventures as they tried to save the world. The couple in the story was straight, but castiel didnt mind. He was curled up in the window seat, reading happily.

That is, until someone knocked on the door.

Castiel slipped his bookmark into his book and then slipped the book under the blanket on his ottoman. “Who is it?” He asked, getting up to grab his workbook he was supposed to be focusing on.

“It’s me.” Kyle answered.

“Oh, come on in.” Cas replied, dropping his workbook back onto his desk.

“Working hard?” Kyle asked, shutting the door behind him. “Something like that.”

“Oh, reading one of your other books?” Kyle asked, hugging castiel from behind.

“Yeah.”

“What about this time?” Kyle asked, kissing castiels shoulder.

“A doctor, a lovestruck student, and adventure. Its actually really romantic.” Cas revealed, closing his eyes.

“How would James feel about you reading your porn books up here?” Kyle teased, kissing castiels neck and nibbling his earlobe.

Castiel shivered and gasped. “Stop it-”

Kyle began sucking lightly on castiels earlobe.

Castiel jerked away from him and rubbed his skin, trying to calm down. “Stop- I mean it. You’ll leave a mark and get us in trouble. James will fire you.” Cas reminded, trying to breathe. “Stop.”

Kyle sighed, cupping castiels face. “A little risk in life is what keeps us alive.”

#writing #foster james #orphan cas #oc #abuse #bobby is a doctor

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