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Johnhe sleeping on the couch

Whats he dreaming abt

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i definitly enjoy it. poor reader who stuck between her toxic!boyfriend!Rafe and her protectective!brother!johnh. save and pray for her soul
« rafe was kind, sweet and funny at first. ever since you saw him after that, your heart skipped a beat. he was so handsome, you liked him so much, but you couldn’t do this to your little brother. your brother who had been threatened by rafe, bullied, tormented, fought with… » the duality of the feelings 😕😕😕
« “where have you been?” john b asks, crossing his arms over his chest. » no hello, no smile, okay, okay John b is more cold than rafe, i'm not used to ���😣😣 and so mean at the end toward his sister (where the respect when we need him)
am not a sucker for angst but i love how you write arguments, with the harsh consequences :)))
and the end please !! let's go for another drama (oh and john b come with apologies)
BRUISES — toxic!rafe cameron x routledge!reader ; john b x sister!reader



summary: your brother sees a bruise on your neck, but it isn’t a hickey. he questions you about it, but it quickly turns into an argument when he discovers exactly who hurt you.
warnings: mostly john b x reader, mentions of choking, DV, toxic/abusive relationship, not much rafe x reader directly, angst, reader and john b arguing, name calling, mentions of jealous!rafe, toxic!rafe — lmk if i missed any! ✮
: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
you sneak into the chateau at 10 minutes past midnight, only to be greeted by your brother who had turned the light on which made you jump. “where have you been?” john b asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“out.” you say, looking down to hide your face from him. you had been crying, but he’d already noticed your red-stained eyes. “what’s wrong?” he asks, frowning with concern.
“nothing, just don’t worry about it.” you answer with your head still down as you attempt to walk straight past him, but he stops you, lightly grabbing your forearm to turn you back around.
“what, john b?!” you snap at him, yanking your arm out of his grip. you don’t mean to be mad at him, but you just want to be left alone after a stressful day. “what’s the matter with you? why are you acting like this?” he raises his voice at you, wanting to know why you’ve turned into a bitch all of a sudden.
“i’m not!— oh my god. just leave me alone!” you yell at him, turning around to rush to your room, slamming the door shut after you. john b stands in the same spot as before, loudly sighing at you.
he decided to leave you alone for the night. even though you’re older than him, he still liked to look out for you ever since your dad went missing. he went to his room to go to sleep, hopefully you’ll talk to him in the morning.
༉‧₊˚. the next morning arrived faster than you’d hoped for. you cried all night feeling guilty for the way you spoke to your little brother, but he really has no idea of the situation you’re in.
you got out of bed and slowly exited your room, seeing john b up and awake already, sitting on the couch and watching tv. “hey…” you say, walking past to head to the kitchen. “hey…” he responds, just as awkwardly as you did.
you open the fridge and grab a snack, before turning to look at your brother. “uh— i’m sorry for last night. i didn’t mean to act like that… i just…” you explain, closing the fridge door and sighing. “you’re good. it’s fine. y’wanna talk about it?” he asks, switching the tv off to divert his full attention to you.
“uh, i don’t know…” you hesitate, knowing you’re hiding a kind of huge secret from him. you had been secretly seeing his biggest enemy, rafe cameron, behind his back. you knew how badly he tormented your brother and his friends, but for some reason, he was different around you.
you hadn’t personally dealt with rafe for yourself, until now. he saw you at the beach a few weeks ago, and thought to himself about how pretty you looked in your bikini, how tanned you were, how contagious your laugh was… and that was it. he introduced himself to you as a completely different person, despite having heard all the stories about him from your brother and the rest of the pogues, including rafe’s own sister.
rafe was kind, sweet and funny at first. ever since you saw him after that, your heart skipped a beat. he was so handsome, you liked him so much, but you couldn’t do this to your little brother. your brother who had been threatened by rafe, bullied, tormented, fought with…
you knew you had to keep it a secret, because once rafe cameron claims somebody, he really claims them. and this time around, it’s you. a pogue, a routledge, someone nobody would ever expect to be rafe’s.
— “cmon, i’m here for you. you know that, sis. what’s goin’ on?” he asks, patting the space on the couch next to him, motioning for you to come sit. you sigh, knowing you won’t be able to tell him without him getting upset that you’re dating rafe.
you know that no matter how or when you tell him, he’ll be angry. after thinking for a second, you walk over to him and sit down. he frowns at you as you sit down, noticing something on your neck. “what’s that?” he asks, putting his hand on your face to look, but you push him away. “nothing” you shake your head, trying to brush it off.
“is that?— that’s not a hickey,” he looks into your eyes with nothing but concern. “just— leave it.” you look at him with widened eyes to show that you were serious. “y/n, what the hell happened? who did that?” he asks, raising his voice in frustration now.
“nobody, john b, god!” you yell as you stand up again, “don’t walk away from me, and don’t tell me to leave you alone either like you did last night. you’re acting weird lately, what are you hiding?” john b stands up too, trying to get an answer out of you. your brother is genuinely concerned for you.
you sigh, turning around to face him head on. “john b, i— ugh.” you begin to say, but cut yourself off, not knowing where to even start. “what?” he asks in annoyance, needing to know who hurt his sister.
“who?” he asks one last time.
“… rafe,” you hesitate, looking around the room to avoid seeing your brother’s reaction. “rafe?” he asks, not sure if he heard you correctly. “…yes” you nod, looking at him now with teary eyes.
“rafe did that?” he asks, getting visibly mad now. he reaches his hand over, forcing your head up by your jaw but not enough to hurt you. he looks at your neck again, before you push him away, again.
“why the fuck did he do that?” he asks, huffing through his nose with anger, looking back and forth into both of your eyes, trying not to go insane. “it’s, uh— we were… having an argument last night.” you slowly explain the story. “an argument? about what?” he asks, not seeing a reason for you to even speak to rafe in the first place, let alone fight with him…
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ᴸᴬˢᵀ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ .𖥔 ݁ ˖
“i saw the way you were laughing and giggling with topper, don’t lie to me!” rafe argued, turning around to point in your face. he had walked away from you and the rest of the kooks, causing you to follow him.
“i wasn’t flirting with him, oh my god!” you argue back. rafe had somehow come to the conclusion that you were flirting with his best friend, even though you were just having a conversation. yeah, maybe you did laugh once or twice, but since when aren’t you allowed to laugh?
“yeah, sure, whatever you say.” he scrunches his face up, sarcastically nodding at you. “you are so strange, rafe. now you’re insecure about me talking to your friends? what, do you want me to just sit in the corner by myself?” you raise your voice, however he doesn’t like your attitude.
“don’t raise your voice at me.” he demands with a threatening look on his face. “jesus, rafe, we aren’t even together! who cares if i was talking to other guys, it’s not like you want me to be your girlfriend” you shrug, trying to act smart but he reached over and grabbed you by your throat, shoving you into the wall.
“oh, so you were flirting with him?” he asks, choking you to the point where you can’t breathe. you try to say no, but nothing comes out, so you shake your head drastically.
“you sure? cause i’m almost certain you just admitted you were.” he tuts, acting so casual whilst he’s got you pinned against the wall. his grip on your neck was intense, it felt like all of his fingers were slowly digging into your neck.
…
“nothing. i just… i don’t even remember.” you lie to your brother, shaking your head. “y/n, don’t play games with me. why did rafe choke you? those are clearly finger—” john b says, leaning down to look at your neck again, “stop!” you cut him off. “look. i don’t wanna’ talk about it. we were just fighting over something petty. it doesn’t even matter.” you shake your head.
“it does matter when it’s turned you into a whole different person,” john b sighs, making you sigh too. “are you seeing him?” the dreaded question comes. “what? no…” you give him a look of disgust. “are you sure? because pope told me he saw you with rafe at the golf course like… what, 2 days ago?” your brother catches you out.
“… i wasn’t with him. i just— saw him there.” you try to make an excuse.
“oh really? since when do you normally decide to hang out at the golf course, where all the kooks are?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at the word kooks, reminding you of where you came from, and that you were a pogue. not a kook.
“does this whole kook vs pogue shit even matter? i mean, seriously, how long is it gonna’ last?” you raise your voice, making him shake his head at how much you truly have changed.
“y/n, you were the one who always hated the kooks. you hated rafe, topper, kelce… and now you’re on their side? now you suddenly wanna drop the whole kook vs pogues thing, too? you are definitely fucking rafe. no wonder you’ve turned into such a miserable bitch lately.” your brothers words hurt you deeply, but he was right.
he shakes his head at you, giving you a look of betrayal. he was upset, and it was all your fault. “where are you going?” you ask as he walks away, grabbing the keys to the twinkie.
“to find rafe” he says, before walking out and slamming the door shut after him. you sit and sob for a minute, realizing you might have just ruined your entire relationship with your brother. as his big sister, he trusted you, but for you to go behind his back and chase the one person he despised, it hurt his feelings. but you are still his sister, and nobody hurts his sister.
“J. HUNTING DOWN RAFE. U COMING WITH?„
john b sent a text to jj, who answered almost immediately.
“HELL YEA MAN„
jj doesn’t even know what rafe did this time, but he’s always down to beat him up.

this was angstyyyyyy 😩 as u can see, i love to write arguments and toxic stuff lol. hope ya enjoy pretties ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ WILL DEF BE WRITING A PART 2 TO THIS ; )))
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John H. There were a number of tools in John’s case including some very serious looking knives. You can see the pigeon dung on the label that was outside of the case when it was stored in the attic. John came to Willard on 30 November. The year is obscured but to me it looks like 1950. #willardsuitcases #willardsuitcases #joncrispin #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #johnh https://www.instagram.com/p/B3sHPoGJaSa/?igshid=65144pjk8p7c
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why are you making me do this
we could have been a team
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“Al éxito y al fracaso, esos dos impostores, trátalos siempre con la misma indiferencia”
Rudyard Kipling

Joseph Rudyard Kipling fue un escritor y poeta británico, nacido en Bombay India en diciembre de 1865. Es el autor de relatos, cuentos infantiles, novelas y poesía, y fue el primer escritor británico en recibir el premio Nobel de Literatura en 1907.
Su padre era un oficial del ejército británico y un experto escultor y alfarero, y su madre una mujer vivaz y una gran escritora.
Cuando Kipling tenía 6 años, su padre lo envió a él y a su hermana menor a un hogar social para que se educaran allí durante los siguientes seis años, por lo que al no tener a sus padres cerca, se sentía solo y abandonado, hecho que recordaría como una triste infancia en su autobiografía.
En 1878, ingresa a la United Service College, una escuela creada especialmente para educar a los hijos de oficiales, y al no poder conseguir una beca, su padre le consiguió un empleo en Lahore Pakistan, en donde era director de la colección nacional de Arte de Lahore, y posteriormente editor de un pequeño periódico local.
En 1886, publicó su primera colección de versos, y en 1887 fue transferido a una población india al sur del estado y en 1889 derivado de un conflicto, Kipling fue relevado de su cargo y decidió regresar a Londres.
Para 1890, Kipling era ya considerado como una celebridad en las letras inglesas, viajó por Estados Unidos en donde conoció a Mark Twain.
En 1892, Rudyard contrajo matrimonio a la edad de veintiséis años, naciendo su primera hija en diciembre de 1892, mismo año en que vería la luz también su cuento “El libro de la selva” publicado dos años más tarde. En 1896, nace su segunda hija y su novela “Capitanes intrépidos”.
Con la llegada de la Primera Guerra Mundial, su único hijo varón, Johnh Kipling, muere a la edad de 18 años, en la primera batalla en la que tomó parte, la batalla de Loos en el frente occidental. Rudyard intentó por todos los medios buscar a su hijo sin éxito, y no fue solo hasta 1922 que su cuerpo fue identificado. En 1917 con la muerte de su hijo en la cabeza, se unió a una comisión encargada de tramitar la llegada de cadáveres de los combatientes para ser enterrados con los honores correspondientes, es ahí en donde conoce y se hace amigo del rey Jorge V de Gran Bretaña.
Rudyard dejó como legado cinco novelas, mas de 250 historias cortas y 800 paginas de versos, fue considerado como “El escritor del Imperio”. Varias de sus obras han sido llevadas al cine.
En los últimos años de su vida, Rudyard y su esposa Carrie continuaron con su afición a viajar y finalmente a consecuencia de una hemorragia interna Rudyard Kipling muere en enero de 1936. Fue enterrado en el Poeta´s Corner de la abadía de Westminster, lugar reservado para los miembros mas ilustres del imperio británico, que yacen junto a reyes y reinas.
Fuente: Wikipedia
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Red Dead Preference: What Makes Them Happiest
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Arthur
Most of your time together you never have time to spend the day with each other so when Dutch or Grimmshaw tries to force the either of you to work you scream at them so they leave you alone as you can be pretty scary. He loves it when you make time for him, it's the only time he feels like he can be himself around you.
Dutch
You might think the thing that makes him happiest is the pride he has for himself, but it's truly your eyes. Whether you have bright electric blue eyes or the same dark brown eyes as his it's the way they shimmer and shine when you look at him. Nothing else matters, but you.
John
He hates it when you say it, but he is most happy when you tell him you love him. John has always felt separated from the group and when you're around you pull everyone together. You normally wouldn't say 'I love you' that much, but seeing him flushed and having him cling to you is the best thing ever. That makes you the most happiest, seeing him at his happiest.
Sean
Sean drinks a lot, there's no secret in that, but when he wakes up with a hang over you have a routine to follow. He loves seeing your face when he wakes up and he especially loves it when you take care of him for the day. Most times Hosea says that he's over reacting and needs to suck it up, but you always come back with a fight when he says it with you around. Sean smiles every time you lose you shit at him.
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Rp starter pt.5
Sherlock thought about many things. Over the past week those topics hadn't changed much, but expect maybe the context.
How fast would 2oz of battery acid burn through a stack of plywood. How would John look with his dog tags on, and would they feel good pressed against sherlocks back when they cuddled. Can you replace the cornea of an eye and reuse it in a non-human creature? How did John learn how to cook, cause it's really brilliant. If you filled a bird's bones one by one with saline how long before it couldn't fly? John.
The expectation to his normal flow of thoughts was certainly one factor and one factor alone, but sherlock wrote down his inquiries anyways as if there was something to discover. He had nothing else better to do with John at work. The front door opening made sherlock jump to look more busy, like he hadn't been waiting.
"Got some eggs, since I figured you couldn't be bothered" John ounctuatued this by setting them on the counter.
Sherlock hummed and kept flipping through the files lestrade had brought by for potential cases.
"You're becoming as sharp as ever with your predictions, dear doctor" the detective crooned sarcastically.
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