#came and picked you up from a night in jail because you threw a glass at a rude customer then fucked you in the backseat

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny didn't know what to do with all these flowers. Sure, Amity had done a 180 after they stopped listening to his parents (its just a shame what had happened to them) and they now loved thier guardian and savior.

Which brought him back to the flowers. It was the day after Valentines and he had gotten gifts from what felt like everyone in the city (except Vlad who was in ghost jail via the Observants) leading him to having a massive pile of flowers, stuffed animals and candy to figure out what to do with.

Obviously most of the stuffing were going to be decorating his lair in the GZ but the flowers would rot eventually and he didn't even own a single vase anyway. He was not going to mention the chocolate.

Then Tucker gave him an idea. He can just give them away to other heros.

Cackling he set about plans to ambush the batfam who he had met once or twice when he was exploring through dimensions (and promptly chased out of the city)

He started with Red Robin the smartest and arguably the cutest of the brood. He had picked a good time too because birdy looked five steps away from falling asleep on the rooftop while running, so when Danny through a bouquet or roses at him the soft petals clocked him right in the face.

The look he gave was one of pure confusion as he stared at the plants. Then, all too soon it clicked and the vigilantes face turned a lovely shade of red as he looked around for whoever tossed them. Luckily Danny stayed off the visible spectrum that night.

The next victim was Spoiler who he clocked in the back of the head while she was distracted by talking to a civilian. The yelp she made was glorious and almost made Danny cackle and give away his position.

Red Hood Danny had to be the hardest one. Sneaking up on him was almost impossible. He could sense RH like he could a ghost but something was definitely off. He wondered if Hood could sense him too. Is that how he always seemed to know he was around. It didn't matter in the end because Danny had a lot of free time without the ghost attacks and a near endless supply of ammo. Still. Danny was getting irritated and just decided to chuck flowers at the guy until he landed a hit. He didn't know why hood was freaking out so much over flowers or why he was shooting at the flowers or even what "Pit" he was screaming about but the moment he got a hit in Danny decided to bounce.

Robin was funny. He threw a bouquet and the little bird caught it like a sword before inspecting it with a raised eyebrow.

Orphan was nice. She caught her bouquet gracefully in her arms almost as if she was expecting it and held it to her chest before looking right at him and waving.

While he was invisible.

He bolted.

Occasionally he liked to interfere with the bats rogue battles by throwing a single rose into the frey, startling the baddie of the hour and giving the bat or bats time to collect themselves. Yeah thats right. He Tuxedo Mask'd them. Something that infuriated some of the bats and got other giggling.

He at least knew better not to do this to Poison Ivy. For her he portaled in something special. The look on her face when one of those battery powered toddler jeeps came racing down the street with a full rose bush in a glass bubble and into the fight was something he'd cherish forever. Especially when she realized she couldn't control the thing thanks to the glass.

This leads to the last bird.

Nightwing was probably one of the best victims hes had. He took it like a champ and even played along, giving a little speech about being honored to receive such a gift, prompting Danny to throw individual flowers at the heros feet. Nightwing continued talking and Phantom kept giving him flowers, distracted by what the hero was saying and slowly drifting closer until-

The kick to the side of the head didn't really hurt, when you get used to being thrown through buildings not much could really hurt you anymore but it was enough to stun him and force him to drop his invisibility. Another kick and a few shocks from a pair of acrizma sticks for struggling and he was on his belly at Nightwings feet. He felt something fasten around his wrist and his core felt restricted but he didn't transform back into Fenton.

Crap. Power dampening cuffs.

He was so screwed.

Danny was later upset to discover there was a whole other bat he didn't know about or even get to target once due to him being on the daylight shift.

[urbandokkalfar]

Context for my last post and small lore drop

When I was in school, from seventh grade to graduation, I did odd jobs under the table. I cleaned aquariums and did yard work for neighbors, I worked in a local slaughter house, eventually got into taxidermy and processing game animals, worked with the county to pick up road kill, worked on farms, sold art work, worked at my first (now deceased) step dad's auto repair shop - stuff like that.

I made decent money, it wasn't awful and I generally made my own hours.

What w a s awful was the way my family looked at it all. It wasn't stuff i could put on job apps because it wasn't 'legit'.

Mind you I was making a couple thousand a month combined from all this, most of the time I was on six to seven jobs a month for only 3 - 5 days a week.

I'd contribute about 25% of my money to which ever household I was living in that week (mom or dad), would spend some on tools and junk for work, a little for my own whims and then save the rest.

Before my stepdad passed away and shit r e a l l y hit the fans I had a sizeable chunk of money in my account.

After he passed my mom didn't really wait long to get a new boyfriend, it was within weeks of SD's funeral she came out and said she was seeing someone.

My SD passed away from an aggressive cancer. We watched him become Skeletor over the course of two months before he died. He was one of the coolest people I know - stood up for me when people remarked on how I dressed etc, taught me auto repair, encouraged me to do my jobs, all around a kick ass dude.

The guy my mom started seeing was the polar opposite. He bullied and threatened my older sister until she left out of fear then he started in with me.

We got into a fist fight because he threw may cat across the room for sitting in the garden window (a window that protrudes from the house to put potted plants in).

When he started abusing my mom, we got into even more fist fights which often ended with him leaving and coming back. Mom was sooooo enamored with this man she drove down our street at sixty five miles an hour while I clung to the truck door and step rail.

When she stopped and let me in I admittedly slapped her.

Eventually he fucked up. They went out drinking and a girl I knew from school was staying with us because her mom kicked her out for being a 'whore'.

He started whailing on my mom, threw her down the basement steps and sarted beating her in the basement - my friend ran next door to call the cops. I went downstairs, put my hand through the glass gun cabinet door and racked an unloaded shotgun.

He shit his pants and locked himself in the bathroom upstairs.

Both of them were taken to jail for the night and my sister and I picked her ass up the next day.

Five days later my mom suffered a massive heart attack, because of her bf I'd quit my jobs because she couldn't be alone with him. If I'd had been working she would have died. She had a month long hospital stay, my savings went to pay household bills and get her medication.

I spent three years of my life protecting her then caring for her for her to tell me she never wanted me when i was born and admitted to doing things when pregnant to try and home abort me - she didn't have Pre-eclampsia, I was c-sectioned otta her two months early because she didn't want me to turn out like my sister.

My sister has ADHD and a touch of the 'tisim - which same tbh.

For bonus context: In school my sister was so awful and unruly that if I had her teachers they treated me the same they did her. Like shit.

I was the proverbial black sheep for being Goth and holding odd jobs etc.

Now my sister's got two kids and is horrifically abusive to her husband - I hang out with her at times to get her out of the house so he can have peace.

Maybe, someday, I'll elaborate on my sister but, this is what you get for now.

Oh yeah, TLDR I worked under the table for cash for YEARS and my family dunked on me for not having a 'real' job, continued to be shit ass over it even while supporting one of them and now I have a 'real' job they're pissed I don't spend any real time with them 🙃

[spunkpunx]

Say You Love Me - Jimmy Darling

Plot: Reader is heartbroken when she hears Jimmy has lost his hands, but when they're replaced he decides to make up for lost time

Word count: 3105

Warnings: Smut, Smoking, Mild violence

The words hit me like a ton of bricks when Dell brought the news. Jimmy's hands were gone. My Jimmy's hands were gone. Taken. That no good piece of shit Richard Spencer and his lies. I couldn't believe Elsa had fallen for his bollocks, but I supposed that was his game. The rest of the freaks stood in shock.

"Oh no, not Jimmy!" Ima cried over dramatically. I felt my blood boil. My skin crawled as she wailed. I felt my ears burn up with my rage. She'd been here not five minutes and here she was, caterwauling over what they had done to him. I couldn't out loud admit what I felt about Jimmy, but I sure as hell could let it be known how I felt about her. I ran at her and swung one hard punch to the side of her head. The force did not knock her over, but the shock certainly did. 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I spat out the words repeatedly as I continued to hit her face and chest once she had fallen. I felt my eyes prick as I screamed at her, before Paul and Eve pulled me away. The second the anger cleared I collapsed in tears. Penny came over to me as Eve followed Dell out the tent. She held me tight as I sobbed into her chest. Ima was taken out the tent, bloodied and bruised and sniveling. I lifted my head only to spit in her direction.

"Shh, shh," Penny cooed, stroking my hair. 

"What have they done to him?" I whimpered, my voice coming out far more feeble and cracked then I had ever heard it. "How's he going to survive in there without his hands?"

"I don't know," Penny told me, honestly. "I'm sure he'll find a way."

She took me back to my caravan and I poured myself a drink. I pulled an ashtray out the cupboard and lit a cigarette.

"You don't have to watch over me Penny. I'm sure you probably best go check on your man."

"I don't want to leave you like this," she admitted, sat delicately on the edge of my bed. She was still so beautiful, despite the lizard tattoo, and so kind as well. I couldn't bear to be around anyone at the minute though.

"I'll be fine," I told her softly, but when she didn't move I snapped at her. "Piss off! I don't want you here!" I hadn't meant to be so harsh, but she gathered herself up and left. I knocked back my drink in one. It burned my eyes and stung my throat but I hoped for my own sake it would help me sleep.

I went through more alcohol and more cigarettes. My ashtray overflowed. My head was spinning as I reached toward the bottom of the bottle. With my head heavy I fell over into my bed and pulled the covers round myself, only bothering to clumsily remove my shoes before shutting my eyes tight and trying to forget my thoughts. I lay there, my mind playing a reel of horrors of what could have happened to Jimmy. I pictured him beaten in a jail cell, battered to death like Meep was, or sat in despair at his own situation. I knew he couldn't have killed those women, even if he didn't, because he was here in this caravan when it happened. I knotted my fingers into my hair, reeling drunk. I was just as bad as he had been. 

I eventually passed out, but kept waking, sweaty and restless after nightmares. At one point my stomach turned and I chugged up my guts off the side of my bed. I rolled back over after that and caught half an hours rest before I woke again. The night went on like that until the sun rose and Eve came in to get me up. 

"Oh sweetheart," she muttered upon seeing my sorry state. She delicately picked her way to the bed past the vomit and brought me out of bed to go sit on the seat I had. I blubbered pathetically while she tossed a towel over my mess and brought me a glass of water. I was still slightly drunk, but tried to be as co-operative as possible. Eve sat next to me, pulling me in for a hug while I continued to feel like a maudlin burden on her. She took me over to have breakfast with the others, and I hiccuped my way through some bread and butter, as everyone threw pitiful stares my way. I began to sober up. 

"I'm sorry, Eve. I'm sorry I'm so useless."

"Don't be silly, come with me," she directed, taking my hand and leading me away from the show ground. As we walked further away I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's awful nice of you to try cheer me up but I'd rather not go anywhere," I told Eve, following her through the undergrowth. We passed the spot where Ethel had ended her life, which brought back more memories of how Jimmy had been after she passed. My eyes welled, but I tried hard to keep it suppressed. I didn't want anyone to think I was being such a pathetic mess over Jimmy Darling. I didn't want to be another of the freaks that he's fucked and now loves him.

"It's Elsa who said you ought to come here," Eve explained. It was probably her plan to distract me from my wallowing, or punish me for what I did to Ima. I expected hard labour ahead of me.  We reached a small barn with the doors locked. Eve produced a key, unlocking the chains. "Now listen. Elsa says its your job to look after him," she instructed pulling the door open to let me see inside. It took me a minute to realise there was a bed, a bed and a familiar face. 

"Jimmy!" I gasped, rushing to his side. I burst into tears again, this time from pure relief. "Oh baby your hands!" 

By his side lay two bloodied stumps wrapped in bandage. His eyes filled with tears when he looked at me. 

"Princess I haven't ever seen you cry before," he told me lightheartedly, but his voice cracked and he wept. I placed my hand on his face and he leaned into my touch as I wiped his tear with my thumb. I turned back to give Eve a thank you but she had left. I turned to Jimmy. 

"I thought you were gonna be gone forever," I told him, sniffling. 

"Me too baby." I bent down and pressed my lips down against his. We shared a salty kiss. I felt him flinch hard and cut off the kiss when he lifted his arm hold me. He immediately broke down in tears again. "I'm never going to be able to hold you again," he whimpered, and I sensed that there was certainly more to it than that. It stung to see him in such a sorry state.

"Oh Jimmy don't upset yourself," I tried to comfort him. "I have to change your bandages. Okay?" He shook his head. "I let you do it for me," I reminded him.

"Well you have no fucking idea how much it hurts," he snapped. I understood his frustration, but I couldn't help but pull away, hurt. His eyes softened. "I'm sorry (y/n), I just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Hold, still." I ran my hand down his arm slowly until I reached the bandage trying to cause minimum pain. I unwrapped it slowly, Jimmy putting on a brave face. As I pulled the bloodied part away from his wound he flinched and gritted his teeth. "This is really gonna sting," I warned as I poured alcohol onto cotton to clean his injury. He bit down on his pillow and nodded for me to go ahead. I wiped it as gently as I could and tried to ignore his muffled howl. "I'm sorry." He let the pillow from his teeth.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, doll," he assured, breathless from pain. I took his stump in my hands, wrapping it in bandage.

"I tried to tell the police it wasn't you, but they wouldn't listen."

"It might have been me, I was there, I was blind drunk."

"It wasn't, Jimmy. You were in my caravan. You said you loved me."

"I do." He looked at me sincerely. I avoided his eye, focusing my attention back to binding up his arm.

"You don't Jimmy, you love Maggie, you only wanted me because you were scared she might leave you and you thought I wouldn't." I sighed. 

"That's not true, I kept coming back because I love you." Tears pricked my eyes again. He probably thought Maggie had left and was settling for me. I tied off the bandage and he raised his arm up to my face, sucking in his breath sharply as his stump brushed my cheek. "And you love me too."

"No, I don't," I lied. He watched me, his stare breaking me apart like it always had.

"Paul came by before you. I haven't seen you cry once before, (y/n), but he said you have been tearful all morning. He also told me about Ima," he teased, smugly. I didn't know it was possible to sound both so weak and so smug at the same time. 

"I was worried, it doesn't mean-" 

"Please just tell me it does. Just tell me you love me, it's all I ever wanted to hear." I let out a breath I never realised I was holding.

"I love you, Jimmy Darling." He smiled at me. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a few draws. I put it between his lips for him so he could take a puff. 

"Look at me," he complained. "Can't even hold my own cigarette."

"Hush now Jimmy. Things will take time," I reassured him, to little effect. We shared the rest of the cigarette and I moved round to change the bandage on the other side. Jimmy didn't speak until I'd finished and stood up to leave.

"Thank you, (y/n)," he said sincerely. I went back to his bedside, leaned down a pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I'll be here to change your bandages again tomorrow,"  I told him softly.

Although Elsa had not left, she had still sold the show to Chester, who although had a definite screw loose, seemed harmless enough. He was bright, chirpy and certainly not bossy. His odd qualities only came from the wooden ventriloquist doll he was so attached to. The twins seemed quite smitten with him, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they were screwing him. 

I was civil with Maggie after her trickery, especially knowing how difficult the world could be, but Jimmy had far from forgiven her. This was a hard situation to negotiate. She had asked about him, and I knew she cared, but Jimmy was set in his hatred of her. It was hard to sympathise with a woman who had been part in a scheme resulting in the death of Ma Petite and the loss of Jimmy's hands. For the most part I told the truth. Jimmy was not going to soften any time soon.

I apologised to Ima too, hard as it was. She didn't really take my apology, but it hardly bothered me. It was mainly for the sake of the others, and to keep the peace. 

That night, Dell was shot. He, it turned out, had been the one to kill Ma Petite. I felt bad for his death. As shitty as his actions were, I always felt he was trying his hardest for a better life. Still, killing another freak was unforgivable, and Ma Petite was innocence itself. It was my job to deliver the news to Jimmy, which was horrible.

"He was my father!" 

"I know Jimmy! I'm sorry!"

"Don't you dare start apologising for those murderers, (y/n)!"

"Jimmy he killed Ma Petite!" I ended up snapping. "He killed an innocent and he paid the price." Jimmy broke down into tears again, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm losing everything."

"Come on, baby. It hurts to see you cry so much," I mumbled into his neck. He sobbed into my shoulder.

"Don't ever leave me (y/n). Don't ever break my heart.”

The day Jimmy's hands were ready was the happiest I had seen him in months. I came into the barn again to see him, when I spotted him sat on the bed. The moment he saw me he stood up and rushed toward me. I opened my arms to him and he caught me in his grasp, lifting me off my toes. He kissed me, properly. His dark eyes seemed full of hope. I took his arms from around me and held one of his new hands in mine. Mr. Dolcefino had created perfect wooden hands, still with Jimmy's finger shapes. They were works of art.

"They're beautiful, baby," I told him, smiling.

"They ain't half as functional as they were, but my hands have never looked so good."

"Your hands always looked good." I kissed him again, harder this time. He pulled me flush against him.

"It kills me I can't touch you the same baby," he told me, running his wrists down my side in place of his hands.

"I don't care, Jimmy. I love you," I said, and it was the first time I'd said it since he asked me to. He pulled me in again for another kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and pushing the backs of my knees against the bed. "Easy tiger," I teased.

"I haven't held you in so long (y/n)," he replied, pushing himself even closer to me, my body flush with his own. I felt him, hard against my thigh. I kissed him again, hard, and let him push me onto the bed, his own weight on top of mine. He began to nip at my neck, and I sighed contentedly. He went to cup my breast with his hand, but came short when he realised his hands could not move the same, could not feel. "Baby, I'm sorry," he apologised, sitting up on his knees and pulling away. I sat up with him and put my hands around his neck, fiddling with the hair at its nape.

"You aren't giving up that easy are you?" I jibed. "After all, you have a mouth in perfect working order." He grinned at me, pulling me into another hungry kiss. He nibbled down my neck again.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to undress yourself, doll." I did as instructed, pulling my jumper over my head while Jimmy watched. He returned to kissing my collarbone as I undid my bra. His kisses travelled over my breasts, wooden hand against my side. He kissed along my chest, eventually moving to take one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as I sighed. He bit down on it and I yelped, scolding him lightly by giving him a little slap on the arm. He grinned again at my reaction, before kissing his way down my sternum. He stopped for a second, giving me an opportunity to pull my trousers off for him. I went to pull my underwear down but he stopped me, instead using his teeth to pull them down and bringing them the rest of the way with his prosthetic. I laughed at his actions, until he buried his face into my heat, licking over my clit again and again. I felt myself get quickly wetter as he flicked his tongue up my slit. His attention went back to my clit, circling it as I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling at it and moaning as I did. I felt my cheeks flush when he came back up the bed to kiss me again, my taste still on his lips. "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in these pants, do you think you can help doll?" he asked. I happily obliged.

"Of course baby." I pulled his shirt of his shoulders slowly, the removed his vest, taking my time to run my hands all across his chest and take it all in again. I ran my hand over his stomach and reached to palm him through his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes. Then I took off the trousers, getting him to sit up in order to help me. I could see the shame in his eyes so as soon as they were off I kissed him hard and put my hands into his pants, stroking his cock. He let out the most delicious moan into the kiss. After a minute of this we were both desperate for it so I bit his earlobe and pulled his cock out of his pants, guiding it to the right place. He pushed into me slowly.

"Fuck," he swore, before capturing my mouth with his and thrusting again. I let out another moan into his mouth as he bit down hard on my lip. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, speeding up his thrusts with considerable lack of control. It had been a while since we had sex, so the desperation in his movements was very apparent. He let out the most beautiful gasps and moans, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as he continued to nip and suck at my collarbone. I tugged at his brown curls and he groaned breathily. He recaptured my lips in his own and I let out a moan as he pushed deeper into me.

"Jimmy," I panted into his ear, before pulling on his earlobe with my teeth. He let out what was almost a growl and fucked me even harder. I felt myself drawing closer to finishing and let out a desperate string of swears.

“Come on, baby doll, fuckin finish for me,” Jimmy murmured deeply, kissing along my jaw and neck before biting down on my collarbone. I let out a gasp as I felt a wave of pleasure over me, clenching around him and digging my nails into his back. He kept going, his thrusts sloppy, coaxing me through my orgasm until a faltering moan fell from his lips and he pulled out, spilling his load onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, spent, and I pulled my fingers through his hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“You really love me?” I asked, as his hot breath brushed my neck. Before he answered he pressed soft kisses against my shoulder.

“Of course I do, doll face.”

[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (prologue)

Summary: When Aaron Hotchner ended your affair with him, saying that a serial killer was going after him and his family, you were content with the idea that you'd probably never see him again. Two years have come and gone since then, but when you get dragged into an FBI investigation as a key witness, you and Hotch are forced to come face to face with all the things left unsaid.

Warnings: Age gap (15-ish years), smut, degradation, unprotected sex. This story is 18+ older. This is not a story for minors.

A/N: Hello, hello!! I figured that since I've made a writing tumblr, I should post my story on here!! This is a multichapter story, so I am very excited to go on this journey with y'all!! I already have multiple chapters written and published, so these should be coming out VERY quickly. If you don't want to wait to catch up, you can read everything I have on ao3! This chapter starts as a flashback, and then the next chapter and the rest from here on out will be actual plot!

masterlist || read on ao3

“If you were waitin’ on the sunshine, blue sky

Cheap high, lullaby

Then my best habit’s letting you down”

- The Maine, “My Best Habit”

Two years earlier

Your eyes scanned the University Ballroom, your champagne glass practically ignored in your hand. You hated all these alumni networking galas and avoided going to them as much as possible. Old, sleazy lawyers with much younger women on their arm reliving their best cases with each other and expecting all the new law students to laugh when they were able to get their defendant acquitted because of some dumb technicality. It made you sick.

It didn’t help that you were already going in with a bad attitude. Your ex-boyfriend had dropped by your apartment that morning to pick up the rest of his stuff, and he decided that the best person to help him with that was the girl he had been cheating on you with. You caught them together three weeks ago, and you had been so stressed from midterms that you hadn’t even had the chance to go out, get drunk, and have wildly irresponsible rebound sex.

But you had to suck it up for the night, at least until you were able to get the answer you came for. After that, you could go back to your apartment, replace your too tight and too short dress with some nice pajamas, and watch trashy reality TV until you passed out on your couch.

You scanned the room a few more times until you caught sight of a tall man in a dark suit leaning against the bar. Bingo. You set your champagne flute down and ran over to him as fast as your heels could take you. Once you were just a few steps away, you quickly composed yourself and walked straight into his line of sight.

SSA Aaron Hotchner rarely came to alumni events here at George Washington Law School, citing that he wasn’t even a prosecutor anymore and had much more important work to do back at the BAU, but he was going as favor to his old law school buddy. Plus, it was either coming to this or going out to the bar with the team, and seeing as he had just signed the divorce papers with Haley, he wanted to be somewhere he wasn’t going to be profiled all night. The free champagne was also a bonus.

When you saw that his name was on the RSVP list, you knew that you had to go.

“Agent Hotchner?” you asked, giving him your best straight A student smile.

He refused to look up right away, not giving you the chance to charm him. “I’m not currently on duty. If there is a case you would like the BAU to look over, that’s handled by our media liaison,” he said absently, taking another sip of champagne.

You frowned but kept your hand out for him to shake. “That’s not what I’m here for, I-” You took a breath to compose yourself. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m a first year here- getting a joint JD and masters in forensic psychology. My goal is to become a prosecutor,” you pressed, and you were rewarded when he perked up in interest. He slid his drink on the table.

“Most law firms don’t usually want a prosecutor who’s going to empathize with the person you’re prosecuting,” he mused, and shook your hand, his grip just tight enough to pass as faux politeness.

You shook your head and clasped your hands behind your back, trying to ignore how warm his hands were. “I think the best prosecutors empathize with the defendants,” you admitted. “Isn’t that how you succeeded as both a prosecutor and as a federal agent? That’s actually why I came to you, I wanted to ask you a question... about my thesis,” you added quickly, figuring that the best way to get him to talk to you.

Aaron’s posture changed from half asleep to maybe listening, and your face went red. Sure, you only came to the event to talk to him, but you never thought that you’d actually get Aaron Hotchner to pay attention to you. “I didn’t empathize with the people I was putting in jail,” he told you, his voice ice cold. “That didn’t come until I worked in the BAU, and even now, I wouldn’t call it empathy. Just understanding of how they became the type of person they are.” He leaned sideways on the bar counter and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You shifted slightly and felt the hem of your dress move up your thighs ever so slightly. Aaron noticed too, if the lick of his lips was anything to go by.

You took his silence as your signal to ask your question. “You offered Jessica Michaelson a lesser sentence that had her released in just three years despite the fact that she murdered her brother in cold blood in his sleep. You had the evidence, why didn’t you push for premeditation?” you asked, and his eyebrow quirked upwards. “In the case The People vs. Michaelson,” you added unnecessarily, trying to break the silence.

“I know the case you’re referring to. I was the lead on it,” he reminded you, his voice edging on dangerous. “You know, most people aren’t interested in my days as a lawyer.”

You shrugged, hoping to appear more confident than you felt. “I’m not most people,” you agreed, biting down on your lower lip. His gaze was so intense, and it was affecting you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. It was turning you on, you realized with a start. It had been a while since you had last had sex, and it was driving you only slightly crazy. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Aaron grabbed a champagne flute from a server walking by, and shoved it in your direction. You grabbed it cautiously. “Did you read the police report on the case?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly, taking a sip of the champagne. The alcohol was making you bolder, and you stepped towards him. “Then you’ll know that there was very little physical evidence tying her to the muder. We chose to offer the charge that would have stuck instead of risking her being found not guilty.”

You gritted your teeth together in an effort to calm yourself down. “She murdered four people within the six months after she was released from prison,” you reminded him.

That seemed to have struck a chord with Aaron, and his steely persona seemed to fade ever so slightly. He sighed exasperatedly; you were obviously getting on his nerves. “The prints and DNA that were collected and put into VICAP when she was in prison are what got her caught in the end, and that was the evidence needed to lock her away for life. We wouldn’t have gotten those prints without her original charge. It all worked out.”

You groaned and threw your hands in the air. “You couldn’t have predicted that, though,” you argued. “And people have been found guilty with way less evidence than you had in the original case. I think you just felt bad for her, considering her brother was a real piece of shit.” You were being difficult now, you knew that. But there was something about Aaron Hotcher that was pulling you in, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

Aaron gave you a predatory grin and he stepped towards you ever so slightly, finishing his drink. He must have had multiple drinks too, judging by the soft flush on his face. “Oh, you do?” He seemed amused now. He slowly raked his eyes from your face, down your neck, and down the rest of your body, and you forgot how to breath. You knew that it was inappropriate and that he was a highly respected FBI agent, even if he was kind of an asshole at the moment. You also knew that the two of you were crossing lines that neither of you should have even been close to, but you shivered under the weight of his gaze all the same.

You shifted back and forth, your brain trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I do. And I know that you transferred to the FBI after Michaelson was arrested again, which makes me think that this case was your breaking point,” you ranted, your hands becoming more and more animated.

Aaron chuckled, but there was very little amusement behind it. “Are you sure you want to be a lawyer?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Because you’re starting to talk like a profiler.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “No thanks,” you said firmly, and he just shrugged before making a move to walk past you. You sidestepped in front of him, effectively blocking him from going anywhere. But it was obvious that he was done talking about this.

In your mind, you had two options now. You could keep pushing him about a case that he obviously didn’t want to talk to you about, or you could switch gears in your brain and have him help you solve your... other problem. Aaron was attractive, and you were getting tired of guys your age. You noticed the distinct lack of a wedding ring on his finger, but there was still a tan to show that it had been there. So either he was recently separated or just trying to cheat on his wife. You wanted to not care whichever it was, but a pang in your heart told you to be considerate. Besides, you did not want to get involved with another cheater.

“Must be hard to be at these events without your wife here to scare off all the lonely female law students,” you mused cautiously. You didn’t want to come on too strong, but the alcohol in your system was slowly clouding your ability to be subtle.

Aaron cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. “I’m not married,” he said, too quickly and too defensively. So he’s separated, you thought, and you stepped closer to him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out your endgame. “Well, I would love to discuss your work as a prosecutor more when there are less… distractions around,” you whispered, your words breathy. “Tell me Agent Hotchner, do I make you nervous?” You sounded a lot more confident than you felt.

Aaron just smirked and grabbed your free hand, covering it in both of his, and the action was surprisingly soft, even if it was way too late for him to try acting suave. His eyes, on the other hand, told a whole other story. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes were practically black. “I face the worst people in society on a daily basis. Desperate law students don’t make me nervous. In fact…” He stepped towards you, looking around to make sure nobody else was looking. Aaron leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear with every word. “I think that I make you nervous. And more than nervous, I make you very excited.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled back, a smug smile gracing his lips. You yanked your hand back to preserve what little dignity you had left, but it was too late. “Now, if you would like to discuss my prosecuting career more in depth, then you can set up a formal meeting with me at the BAU,” he continued, obviously proud of himself and the effect he was having on you. He pulled out a business card and upon further instruction, you realized that it wasn’t even his. Jennifer Jareu the name read. “Our media liaison will be able to help you organize that. Now if you don’t mind, I am going to retire for the night.”

Aaron finished the rest of his drink and brushed past you while you were still trying to get your thoughts under control. “Oh, and you’ll make a wonderful lawyer someday, I’m sure of it,” he called over his shoulder, and that snapped you back into action.

You followed, running around him and cutting him off. “And if I don’t want to discuss your prosecuting career?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “What if I was interested in a… less formal meeting?”

That was all the permission he needed. Aaron grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the ballroom, the two of you moving so fast that nobody in the room even had a chance to put two and two together. There was an empty hallway just next to the entrance of the room and Aaron pulled you in that direction, pressing you against the wall and kissing you fiercely the second the two of you were alone.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but in a strange role reversal, he let you take the lead. It’s certainly not what you expected from Aaron Hotchner who, until now, had been controlling every aspect of your meeting. You realized then that this was his way of making sure you were okay with what was happening- giving you a chance to back out and change your mind. You just answered by tangling your hands in his hair, pulling so that he was at just the right angle to kiss you.

Aaron dug his fingers into your hips, hard enough to make you gasp out. You were definitely going to have bruises the next day, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He shoved his leg in between yours and tugged on your lip with his teeth, which made you whimper involuntarily. He smirked against your lips, obviously proud of the noises he was drawing from you. You pulled on his hair harder as a sign of irritation, but that seemed to only make him more amused as he pulled away to laugh into your neck.

“Are we just going to make out against a wall like we’re back in high school, or are you going to actually do something worth my time?” you breathe, fighting to keep your voice even and light. It only halfway worked as he dragged his tongue up your neck to your pulse point. And then he bit down, hard.

It took everything in your power to stay quiet, especially as he softly kissed the newly forming bruise. His attack on your neck was relentless as he pulled your hips and back forth against his thigh. You whimpered as you desperately tried to get any friction from the simple movement. Your skirt was now dangerously close to being pushed so far up your legs that you would be completely exposed.

You pulled away first- you had to or your legs were going to completely give out from under you. You desperately tried to get your breathing under control and, to your annoyance, he looked perfectly composed. The only thing giving him away was his slightly swollen lips.

His fingers trailed up your thigh, getting so close to where you want him. “What would you like me to do then?” he asked easily, his voice almost sounding bored. You were speechless, like your brain had just short circuited. There were a lot of things you wanted him to do, but the words were lost on the tip of your tongue. “If you want something, you have to ask for it.” That was a demand, and he punctuated it by pressing his thigh further into you. You were sure he was going to have a wet spot on his slacks. He took the hand not in between your legs and grabbed your jaw forcefully, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. “Use your words, little girl.”

You realize that the two of you were standing on the edge of a cliff, and you had the power to decide whether or not to jump over. It gave you a strange sense of power. Logically, you knew it was a bad idea. He was too old for you, obviously going through some sort of relationship trauma, and wasn’t somebody you could talk to your friends and family about. But the less rational side wanted him so badly it hurt. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anything or anyone in a long time.

You noticed your strawberry colored lipstick was smudged ever so slightly on the corner of his mouth, and that’s all it took for you to jump off the side of the cliff. “I want you to drag me into the empty classroom just down the hall and fuck me senseless. I want you to use me,” you moan before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget. There was a mix of shock and arousal, but also something primitive; His eyes darkened when you told him to use you, and there was a fluttering in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe even both.

He removed his hands from your mouth and legs, only to place his hand on the small of your back. He began walking towards the classroom you had pointed out, much too slow for your liking, but he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re going to regret asking me to use you,” he practically growls in your ear, each word increasing your arousal. “Are you one of those lonely female law students you warned me about? So desperate and needy for a real man to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Ready and willing to whore yourself out for the first man who gives you a second glance?”

Your breath hitched as you stuttered out your answer. “Y-yes, Agent Hotchner,” you whispered as he opened the classroom door and guided you in.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, he was back on your lips again, lifting you so that you were sitting on one of the desks with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Call me Aaron,” he mumbled in between kisses, and you were all too happy to oblige.

You were a moaning mess at this point as his hands pushed your dress up to your waist. His hands and lips were somehow everywhere at once and you were so hot and all you could think about was getting your damn dress off, but Aaron seemed to have other plans.

He ran his fingers up your lace covered slit and he just chuckled into your lips. “You’re so wet for me, already,” he groaned and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “And I’ve barely touched you. Do my words really have that much effect on you? Do you like it when I call you a whore?”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and quickly pulled them down. You could feel his bulge pressing against you and all you could think about was how badly you wanted it. How badly you wanted him. Your hands moved down his chest to make quick work of his belt, and his pants followed after.

“Please, please Aaron,” you begged, desperately trying to create some friction against him. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back so that you were looking at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” His fingers slowly ran up your slit, not enough to give you any pleasure. He was teasing you and enjoying every second of it. “And I wish I could take my time with you. The things I want to do to you…” Two of his fingers entered you and you cried out loudly. “But somebody could walk in on us at any second. I’m sure they can all hear you moaning like a dirty whore, all for me. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? So desperate for my attention and approval.”

His words turned you on more than you would have liked to admit. “Yes, Aaron yes. Please-” you were cut off by Aaron curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you want to scream out in pleasure. But all too soon, they were gone.

He inspected his fingers, which were now covered in your juices, before bringing them to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and you eagerly complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers and moaning at the taste of yourself. “I’ll just have to fuck you quickly here, and then you’ll be begging for more next time,” he groaned and finally- finally- entered you.

He didn’t give you time to adjust to him, thrusting roughly into you. He removed his fingers from your mouth and brought his hand to your neck. He didn’t put any pressure, but he wanted you to know that he could and would if you decided to get mouthy with him.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sitting on, your knuckles turning white. Your eyes started to close in pleasure as his hips slammed into yours, but they shot open as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Look at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he ordered, and you nodded the best you could.

“Yes sir!” you cried out, unsure of what else to say.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Aaron released your throat and moved his hand down so that he was stimulating your clit. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as your legs started to twitch. Aaron took this as motivation to slam into you even harder, relishing each time you gasped out his name.

His pace was unforgiving, leaving you gasping for air. Keeping your eyes open was a challenge, but you were able to do it with his soft mutters of praise. “Even brats like you can be good girls,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You just need somebody to fuck it into you.”

You were unable to respond coherently, so you just settled on begging even more, although you weren’t sure what you were begging for exactly. Aaron seemed to know, and he sped up his fingers against your clit. You wanted to scream out for him, but your voice wasn’t working. “What did I say before?” he asks roughly. “If you want something, ask for it.”

“Please… please can I cum?” you cried out, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Please let me cum around your cock!”

He nodded in approval and you had to muffle yourself in his neck to keep quiet. He fucked you through your orgasm, the overstimulation almost too much, but it wasn’t long before he was moaning your name, and you felt him fill you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, both breathing heavily as the situation started to sink in. You just let a guy almost 15 years older than you that you just met fuck you in an empty classroom, and you really enjoyed it. Aaron, on the other hand, looked like he was going through a full crisis.

He pulled out of you slowly, and you winced at the feeling. He pulled up his pants quickly. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, looking around the empty classroom. “I don’t have anything good to clean you up with.” A box of kleenex caught his eye and he grabbed a few tissues. It was better than nothing.

You chuckled nervously and waved it off. “It’s fine,” you promised, your voice coming out shakier than you expected, but he ignored you. He wiped the mess dripping down your thighs. You were cold. He must have noticed, because he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked softly, and it was a full 180 from the way he had just been talking to you.

“I’m great,” you admitted honestly. “Seriously, that was… great.”

Aaron smiled at you- the first real smile he had given you all night. “It wasn’t too much?” he confirmed, and you suddenly remembered what he had said to you earlier. ...then you’ll be begging for more next time. Was he planning on a next time? You wouldn’t have minded it.

You shook your head and slowly slid off the table. You took one of the tissues and wiped up the mess that was left on the table. “Not at all. In fact, I could take more. Next time.” Your voice was light and airy. Aaron watched as you picked your underwear off the floor. There was no way you were putting those back on, not when you had no idea when the floor was last cleaned.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he teased, eyeing you carefully.

“Well I can’t keep it if I only have your media liaison’s number,” you reminded him, your eyebrow raised. Aaron chuckled and pulled out another business card, except this time it was his. You plucked the card out of his hands and inspected it carefully. “I’ll call you sometime. You can do all those other things we didn’t have time to do.” You were on your tiptoes now, whispering in his ear. “You know… my mouth can do a lot more than just ask for things.” As you spoke, you slipped your panties into his back pocket. You just laughed as you heard a soft gasp escape his lips.

You made your way towards the door, your legs wobbling dangerously underneath you. You were sure that you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was Aaron Hotchner’s eyes glued to your ass. “Get home safe,” he told you and you let yourself smile. Maybe it was a bad idea to start sleeping with a recent divorcee, but the sex was great and you both knew where you stood with the other person. No feelings, just fucking out your frustrations and stress.

Oh yeah, coming to this event was definitely a good call on your part.

[skzfelixity]

Being A Counter | The Uncanny Counter

Just moments and life with the counters because you deserve a non-blood related family like this one💕

You were the 4th one to join the squad, if you count Cheoljung out.

Your spirit guided you to eonni’s noodles and you were more than confused.

“Do I have to work at a restaurant?”, “Oh wait- you want me to eat, how thoughtful of you!”

“Just go inside!”

Your spirit was annoyed to say the least.

“We’re closed-”

They didn’t expect to see you so soon since their own spirits informed them about a new member an hour ago.

Ms Chu welcomed you with a warm hug, Hana with a nod and Motak kept eyeing you suspiciously.

“Does your spirit need glasses?”

Ms Chu glared at Motak’s remark about your spirit picking you.

Don’t take it personally, it’s literally Motak being Motak at first sight.

After some explaining of what the counters do, you were asked to join them and you didn’t hesitate to immediately accept.

Your instant response startled Ms Chu, earning a chuckle from Motak.

“What are you so surprised for? If she didn’t accept, she would die.”

“She might die doing this job too.”

It was literally a situation of instant death or possible death.

Let’s go with possible death for now.

Oh well, what’s cooler than saving people’s souls anyways?

All four of you grew closer mission after mission.

Even though Hana was still cold and distant, you found yourselves getting along pretty well. Training together almost every day.

Motak became like a father to you.

He no longer had this intimidating aura, from your point of view.

His mean remarks were more like ‘I care for you so I will tease you’

He cares deeply for all of you but he will never admit it out loud.

Ms Chu would always remind you to eat and stuff like that.

She was like a mother to you and it did radiate a sense of comfort.

She definitely acted like a mother but if you asked her, she would deny it saying she doesn’t care about you and then the next minute she will be asking you about your day etc.

Game nights !!!

Just imagine playing monopoly with them:

Motak going to jail for the 14th time, he was used to putting people in jail after all, whining about it until his turn comes again.

Always gets 5 when he rolls somehow.

“The dice is broken.”

Ms Chu with a lot of money, she definitely did not steal it from the bank when y’all weren’t looking, waving it like a fan in front of her face.

“Where did all this money come from?”

“My pocket?”

Hana laughing more frequently than she did before.

Overall spending time together apart from work was fun.

Strong bonds take time.

You did a pretty good job capturing spirits, maybe because of their low levels but still it wasn’t easy.

Like damn, you lost count of how many times Ms Chu treated your injuries.

Using her power also affected her health but she didn’t even let any of you go without treating even minor injuries.

Got to stop her once by saying, “We need a mom for the group.”

She at least knows you see her as a mother and that makes her beyond happy.

She wouldn’t hesitate to reduce her lifespan for all of you<3

One day you were all eating noodles when an idea popped in your head.

“Why don’t we wear matching clothes when we go on missions?”

No one seemed against it, Motak liking it a lot.

You did fight over the colour though:

You wanted red, he wanted grey.

You ended up getting both.

Soon enough, the day that you didn’t manage to catch an evil spirit came, following the death of Jang Cheoljung.

His spirit, Wigen, found another person to become a counter.

Aaaaand your 5th member joined you.

He wasn’t as quick as you to agree but what can you say? It was live or die for him.

So Mun, a high school boy living with his grandparents.

He didn’t seem promising at first but he proved his potential soon afterwards.

You had to save his ass because he was always in trouble. 

Episode 10 can’t happen, you kept him in check.

Time proved that something you missed in your bond was So Mun, the team felt complete with him.

He is the baby of the squad, everyone worries about him 24/7.

Sometimes you would just mess with him for absolutely no reason.

Car rides after a mission always go like:

“Can I rest my head on your shoulder?”

and So Mun falling asleep a few minutes later, with all his weight pressed on you.

You trying to stay comfortable while not touching Hana.

“Touch me and I will kill you.”

You heard it once and you both knew, you didn’t need to hear it again.

The sun is up after a mission? Ice cream.

Eat all you want Jangmul is paying.

The moon is up after a mission? Meat/Noodles.

Missions increased, introducing So Mun to the grey jackets and trousers.

I feel like red would still be his fave ones though.

“Oh Ms Chu, it matches with your hair!”

*smack* poor So Mun.

Working on the restaurant:

You, Hana & Mun serving while Motak and Ms Chu cooked.

Honestly? It was a mess.

Mun constantly dumping into either you or Hana, stepping on your feet from time to time.

Some customers being scared of Hana because of her face, choking on their food every time she passed by.

Zoning out while watching TV was a regular for you and Mun, it happened to Hana too though.

Ms Chu calling you three to take the bowls, no one knew she could yell that loud. Motak often joining you in serving just to not hear her getting ignored.

Whenever high school boys came to eat, you could feel Motak’s glare from inside the kitchen.

“So Mun, tell them to leave.”

Poor Ms Chu had to hear Motak complain about high school boys’ poor mannerisms.

He doesn’t want you around boys, you’re too young for that.

That one time you broke a table, oh man.

“Oops?”

Ms Chu was furious, Motak laughing at the customers’ faces.

Had to clean the huge mess, So Mun offering to help.

You and So Mun? Besties.

You went to school together every morning, same class.

You two, Ungmin and Juyeon spent almost every break together, eating snacks and making fun of each other.

Always made sure to hide you when Hyeoku was around, he just knew this certain bully had a crush on you.

One time, he noticed Hyeoku making his way to your table holding some sort of candy. He immediately dragged you away.

Ended up looking at a wall, Mun claiming he wanted to admire the red and brown bricks with you.

He just doesn’t want you around Hyeoku because he is dangerous, no other reason:)

Having dinner at his house? At least once a week.

His grandparents obviously adored you. His grandma being able to recognise and remember you, well most of the time.

His grandpa’s jokes about you two becoming a couple, never failed to make you smile. His grandma complimenting you with the sweetest grin on her face.

Sleepovers happened a lot, usually falling asleep while discussing about evil spirits and all.

Hana warmed up to the team more. She started seeing you and Mun as her younger siblings, always taking care of you and looking out for you in her own way.

You were all cleaning one day when Jangmul stormed into the store.

“What do you spend all this money on?!”

Long story short: Motak, You and So Mun were guilty for spending too much on your stomach needs.

“All this money for food?!”

He wasn’t that mad, he just thought y’all bought a house and didn’t tell him beforehand. Motak threw him a bag of chips to calm him down.

Yep, Jangmul ate them all.

“You want to eat the bag too?”

A lot of dancing, especially when in a good mood during shifts.

Of course So Mun tripped countless times, wdym.

You had each other’s backs, there was no reason to worry.

You were a family and the restaurant was your home.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1

🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶

Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??

Yes.

Wushanju Crew Chat

Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.

Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS

Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.

Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES

Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol

What glittery bead curtain

Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.

What could this mean?

Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?

Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES

Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat

Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU

I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS

BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING

GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS

PANIC AT THE DISCO

Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.

Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.

Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT

SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop

Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.

Wang Pangzi: LOL

Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wu Xie: okay who’s next

Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN

REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)

Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?

Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.

Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS

BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL

ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS

Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted

Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off

Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year

He and I go way back

Zhang Qiling: Way back where?

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT

IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS

YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM

Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.

Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY

LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE

Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.

Main Chat

Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival

Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that

Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.

Re: the trip

He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju

Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital

And frankly the hospital hates him too

Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL

I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT

A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE

WOULDNT YOU SAY

XIOAGE

Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?

Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?

Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.

ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED

Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?

Li Cu: uh nope

Unless u count the outdated memes

Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing

Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet

Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really

(I mean maybe? but who knows)

Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age

Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age

Wu Xie: …hey:(

Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.

Wu Xie: ????????

Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck

Unknown Number: …close enough.

Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that

Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck

Are you

Li Cu is underage FYI

So Im staying on this chat

Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that

Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g

u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember

And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat

we have been discussing u

Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!

What a surprise:)

hi so nice to meet you:)

Main Chat:

Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT

FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT

IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS

Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?

Not my problem? Good.

Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU

HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH

IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE

Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance

has he been collecting on two allowances??

Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.

Snake Eyes Chat

Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?

Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.

Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?

Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)

Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.

another dangerous adventure. again. prick.

Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago

Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago

Li Cu: That isn’t funny.

Unknown Number: …What?

Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.

…I use humor as a coping mechanism?

Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?

Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means

He doesn’t cope, like ever

In fact

It’s kind of why we met

Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh

Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao

Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?

Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why

Main Chat

Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv

Who do we know who spends time in jail

Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process

Also how’s the curtain case coming along

Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?

Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure

Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH

Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat

Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit

u are sus as hell

Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night

I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles

Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved

Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.

Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha

Forget i said anything

Delete this chat even

Li Cu: shit I meant

Legally, biologically, I meant—

shit

…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?

Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!

Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here

lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e

Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff

Wu Xie: uh…okay.

Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail

As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less

I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”

Well maybe the sand

that shit was everywhere

Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.

Li Cu: no, no it’s just

I do technically have a dad

who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.

So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there

Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh

Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right

Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that

Li Cu: ew tmi

Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery

I moved my stuff here, I live here now

So you can’t die anymore

Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned

anyways abt the curtain

Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea

I am in tears.

Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here

Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb

Go hug Pangzi or something

Maybe delete this chat

Or the curtain thing

Focus on the curtain thing

Just stfu and go away

Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3

Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.

Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything

Main Chat

Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*

Wang Pangzi: I MEAN

HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH

BUT SURE

CUTE I GUESS

Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)

Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.

Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE

NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN

DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID

Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid

Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?

Wu Xie: right

Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH

Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.

Unnamed Chat:

Unknown number: so the curtain…

Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know

Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive

Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out

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Forbidden Feelings and Hidden Corners: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Finally! I've posted this for your request! Thanks for requesting. I don't know if this was what you expected, but I hope you'd like it. Happy reading!

"I am asking you for the final time boy! If you don't accept the mark from the dark lord, I'll have to find ways to make you accept it." The Lestrange woman sneered at her nephew.

Narcissa Malfoy stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room, blending with the darkness, making Draco doubt if she was really there. He knew she wanted to help him, but the wizarding laws, the wedding laws, and the way she was brought up made her unable to speak against her sister who was obsessed with the dark lord, nor her husband who had his arms crossed, staring at his son, who had become the biggest disgrace to the Malfoy bloodline, with disgust.

"Are you taking it or not?" Bellatrix snapped once again.

Draco let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. The moment he did, all he could remember was her – his sunshine.

He could remember all the beautiful memories with her. Her stunning smile, her radiant face, her ethereal beauty, her angelic laugh, her soft kisses, everything about her, only her!

He remembered how she would interlock her fingers with his. He remembered how she would cuddle with him. He remembered how she would run her fingers through his hair. He remembered how she would hug him from behind, announcing her presence. He remembered how she would make him lay his head on her stomach, hugging him and falling asleep on the couch. He remembered how she would hold him, when everything became too much for him to handle. He remembered how she would hint soft kisses on his head, forehead, nose and finally his lips. He remembered how they both would spend their nights in the astronomy tower, star-gazing.

Finally, he remembered the way she would mumble "I love you"s in between the kisses. Now, he wished he could have told it back to her. He had always been a very private person, building walls. She was the first one to break many of those walls. Yet, he was afraid to tell her that he loved her.

But she waited. She knew how he was when it came to feelings. She knew expressing emotions weren't his strong suit. So, she was patient enough to give him the time he needed, and he appreciated it.

But now, he regretted taking too much time to just state a fact - the fact that he loved her to the moon and back , she was his everything and he wanted a forever with her.

"No!" he heard himself whisper.

"What?" Lucius snapped.

"No! I'd never take the mark nor become a death eater." He stated firmly and felt proud of that bravery.

Lucius glared at him but Bellatrix just laughed an evil, cold laugh that could rival her master's.

"We'll see my dear!" she told him in a sickeningly sweet tone and left Draco's room, motioning his parents to join her.

***

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) missed Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her that she would miss him so badly that her heart will ache for him, four years before, she would have laughed at them. But now, after years of getting to know the true him and loving him, he had become everything to her. She had caring friends and was really grateful for them, but she missed him.

True, their relationship was a secret one, and no one knew about them. But it didn't mean she loved him any less. She loved him all the same and she knew he loved him too, even if he wasn't so vocal about it. She loved spending time with him, and wasted all her days anticipating their midnight meetings.

Her being a Gryffindor, a muggle-born and worse, a part of the golden quadruplet, and best friend to the golden trio and Draco being a pureblooded, a Slytherin and worse, a Malfoy, had them not go public in mutual understanding. But she did love the memories of the midnight, and they took care of their forbidden feelings in their in hidden corners!

But, it had been a week - a week since holidays were over, a week since school had started, a week since she had seen him, a week he didn't attend school. She decided to write him an anonymous letter to find if he was okay. If he got the letter, he would recognize her handwriting immediately. If it somehow, fall in the wrong hands, then they can't know it was from her. Boy, how wrong she was.

She sent a letter to him. It contained a simple question : "Are you okay? Missing you!"

***

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the Sixth year for the Golden quadruplet. They were enjoying themselves. Even (Y/N) had pushed aside her worries for a few hours and enjoyed the time with her friends. They decided to head to the 'Three Broomsticks' for a butter beer. While they started walking, suddenly everything became dark and they could feel themselves being grabbed harshly and being aparrated to somewhere.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she found herself in a dungeon. She could see her friends in some sort of jail.

She heard someone calling her. The voice was so familiar. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened. It couldn't be!

"Draco!" She whispered, turning around.

She saw him. It was really him. But his hands were held behind his back by his father while his aunt stood near him.

"How is our little surprise, Draco dear?"

"Let them go!"Draco snapped, pulling his hand away from his father's grasp and reaching for his wand. But before he could even point it against her, Bellatrix disarmed him and bound him with a rope. His wand fall down near his legs and he was forced to look at Bellatrix, now circling (Y/N).

"Ahh....I take it you are the pretty little mudblood that bade my nephew turn against us?" (Y/N) remained silent. "Did you seriously think we can't find you if you didn't sign the letter. Our pure blood magic is way better than that!" She spat.

"Shove your pure blood pride up in your - "

But before she could finish her statement, she fell to the floor, screaming.

"Draco, you take the mark or enjoy watching her die a slow and painful death."

Tears flowed freely from Draco's eyes as he watched the love of his life on the floor, screaming an writhing in pain.

"Please, stop it!" He screamed.

"Will you take the mark, then?"

Before he could answer (Y/N) spoke "Draco, don't. They are gonna kill me even if you take the mark. They'd never let us get together. At least, I'll die knowing I saved you from a terrible fate!"

"Shut up, mudblood! No one asked you to speak" Bellatrix sneered, throwing another "crucio" at her.

Magic is a wonderful thing. It can understand emotions more than any human being ever could. And it did. When Draco felt love for her, anger at his father and aunt for doing this to her and frustrated because he couldn't do anything to save her, his magic swooped in to save the day. His magic came out of his hand without a wand, blasting the iron bars open, freeing the Golden Trio and bursting the lights of the dungeon.

Bellatrix's wand flew away from her hand and so did Lucius's. He caught it and threw them to the trio, before picking up his own, grabbing (Y/N) and apparating to the first place he could think of – The Shrieking Shack. He saw that she was unconscious. She carried her bridal style all the way through Hogsmeade, towards Hogwarts. People stared at him throughout the way, but he didn't care. He walked as quickly as he could, because the only thing he cared about was saving her.

Draco was in a daze all the while – explaining the situation to the matron, the headmaster, Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape ; the golden trio rushing in, out of breath, apologizing to them for all his faults and his bullying, his hateful attitude; them forgiving him after seeing the way his own family treated him but saying that it would take them sometime to accept him for who he really was.

Finally, (Y/N) decided to open her eyes. Seeing her best friends and boyfriend having a civil conversation, she thought she was having a dream. But the memories of the past hours came back to her and she sat up suddenly, her body feeling like it was set on fire.

"But why did they take us to make you get the mark?" Harry inquired, stupidly.

"Er.." Draco uncertainly glanced at (Y/N), thinking if it would be appropriate for him to tell them without her, only to see her awake.

He immediately rushed to her, and hugged her gently, like she was a glass flower who'd break at the smallest level of pressure.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"It's okay!" She told him, cupping his face and gently peppering kisses all over his face, finally landing on his lips, locking it with her own. As they pulled away from the kiss, they could see the totally gobsmacked faces of Harry and Ron, and a slightly shocked yet satisfied look on Hermione's.

"Uh....guys.....I have something to tell you."

"I've been doubting this since the Christmas break of the last year!" Hermione whispered.

"Guys....We really love each other! You've seen him only as a pureblooded Slytherin bully but I've seen the other side of him. The one that has emotions and insecurities, fears and desires, just like a normal person. And I fell in love with that side of him. But you are important to me as well. I would be happy if you accept us!"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um...We started being civil to each other from the time he was scratched by Buckbeak. You know I love helping around in the infirmary and I helped him. Then we met in the Astronomy tower, quite coincidentially but then started meeting each other. We got into a relationship by the beginning of the last year."

"Are we that bad friends, that you've been lying to us for years?"

"No! The problem was you guys were amazing friends and I felt guilty about loving someone who you considered your enemy! But I couldn't help it. We can't control who we fall for, can we? You guys are very important to me and I didn't want to lose you. I love you too much to lose you!" She said, and she could feel tears leaving her eyes. Draco interwined his fingers with hers and squeezed it. The trio didn't miss his movement. They sighed.

"We understand that he does care for you, or the deatheaters would have never used you to threaten him."

"But one thing Malfoy! You hurt her and we kill you!"

(Y/N) beamed and Draco smiled.

"I would never even dream of it! I love her too much to hurt her!" He said, looking into her eyes. Their gaze locked and they smiled.

There was a war approaching, those were dark times, but they were there for each other. He had her and she had him. And to them, that was enough!

(A/N: Hope everyone liked it! Requests ae still open and you can request me in the comment section or PM me!

Until the next update

- Mischief Managed!)

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comfort crowd — jj maybank

summary: jj maybank just needed someone around

words: 1.6k+

t/w: kissing, swearing, death and murder references, underage drinking, drug use, implied sex

note: gracie posting about someone other than jj? whats that, i dont know her

This hurt that I’m holding’s getting heavy

But I’mma keep a smile on my shoulders ‘til I’m sweaty

Begging on my knees

Screamin’, someone come help me

But by the time that they’re there

I’ve already hid the body

     “I was gonna kill him, Y/N, I swear I was gonna do it!” the boy stood inside the hot tub cried, his voice broken and his eyes wide. Tears streamed down his cheeks in a waterfall of anger, sadness and all of the words between. “I held a gun to his head — a fucking gun, Y/N!”

     “JJ, it’s okay,” she tried to soothe, stripping herself of her shorts and shirt and stepping into the hot tub with him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his and feeling the cold wetness of where his tears had been running. He shuddered in her grasp, arms wrapping around her waist weakly as he cried into her hair. She ran her fingers over his bare skin in soothing patterns, but that only made him sob more; Y/N’s heart hurt a thousand times more, because it was the comfort he wasn’t used to, the comfort he needed.

     “No, it’s fucking not, Y/N.” he mumbled. “I could’ve killed him — that makes me so much worse than him. I just— I just can’t take it anymore.”

     “JJ, it’s okay. You didn’t do it, that’s what matters, alright?” she whispered. “We’ll run away to Yucatan, yeah? You won’t have to use the gun, and your dad’ll never find us. Think about how calm we’ll be, JJ.”

     He nodded, taking a deep breath. He knew what she was doing. This was what she always did when she wanted him to calm down. They’d been talking about Yucatan since they were kids, when they thought that running away would bring them a better life; they knew different, now, but that didn’t matter, because all JJ needed was to hear her voice.

     And Yucatan with Y/N sounded incredible — even though they’d undoubtedly die if they went with as little money as they had now, it would be the time of his life, because she was his best friend, his rock, and she could make everything and anything seem fine.

     That was one of the many reasons why he was absolutely, head-over-heels in love with her — she was the only one who could calm him down when he got like this. She was the one he called, the one who’s window he climbed through at three in the morning, the one who could see the second something had happened and the one who wasn’t afraid to come and pick him up and take him back to her place if she felt even slightly suspicious his dad had lashed out again.

My breath’s getting short and I’m unsteady

Wellin’ up in tears as I lay upon your belly

Tellin’ you I’m fine

I don’t really need nobody

But you say through a sigh

That I said that lie already

     “Okay,” he let out after a moment, raising a hand from her waist to wipe a tear away from his cheek. “Okay, I’m fine, you can—” His voice broke, a dead giveaway that he was lying, but he continued on anyway, not wanting to be any more of a burden than he already was. He already had a suspicion that she was growing tired of his constant calling, and he didn’t know what he’d do if she told him she didn’t want to be his person anymore— “You can go home, go to sleep.”

     She shook her head, looking up at him with a knowing expression swimming in her big eyes. His throat constricted just looking at her, knowing he was stupid for ever thinking he could lie to her. “JJ, you’ve told me that a million times before. I’m not going home, okay?”

     He smiled gratefully, despite the guilt pooling in his gut, and lead her to sit down on the seat of the hot tub with him, unsure whether it was the steam turning to water or tears on his face. 

     “Thank you,” he whispered, and Y/N could only not, too busy trying not to cry at the sencerity and shock and the plethora of other emotions she could hear in his weak, raspy voice.

     “Always, JJ,” she soothed, grabbing a champagne flute and downing the whole thing before handing another to JJ, who took it gratefully.

     This was a tradition for the two — JJ would cry, show her her bruises, she’d hug him, calm him down, and then they’d get drunk and high off of their asses so that they could forget. Sure, it might not’ve been a healthy way to deal with it, but it worked, and that was all that they needed.

I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

Comfort crowd

     Y/N was JJ’s biggest comfort, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about that. As they sat there, smoking, drinking, crying and laughing, with some unheard of song playing in the background, it was pretty obvious. The contrast between how he’d felt twenty minutes ago and how he felt then was immense, and it wasn’t just the drugs doing that to him.

     Somehow, she managed to take the pain out of his heavily bruised ribs, the pounding out of his head, the stabbing out of his heart and the self doubt out of his brain, all just by being there, and he was certain he’d either be dead, in jail or a murderer if he’d never met her.

     She laughed at something, and he grinned, putting an arm around her shoulders and sipping some more champagne. The sound of her laughter made him forget why she was even there, and, wanting to hear it again, he joked: “You know, this’d feel great if we were skinny dipping.”

     She laughed again, feeling drunk already as she slurred out: “Shut up, JJ.”

     JJ threw his hands up in defence. “What? It would!”

     She howled at that, taking his hand and pulling his arm around her bare shoulders again, resting her head back on his skin and smiling at him.

     “I love you, J, do you know that?” she asked, and JJ couldn’t hear a single hint of it not being the truth in her voice, causing a grin to break out on his face. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

     “Of course you love me, Y/N, I’m irresistible,” he managed to get out without breaking down at her words, the words he so wished he could hear from his father.

     “I’m being serious, JJ,” she stated, and his joking grin slipped to a geniune, happy smile.

     He nodded. “I know, and I love you too, Y/N.”

We rot, thinkin’ lots about nothing

Yeah, I could spend a lifetime

Sitting here talkin’

And even if I cry all over your body

You don’t really mind

Say you like your shirt soggy

     “Hey, do you reckon plants feel emotions?” JJ asked suddenly, looking up at the dark sky, framed perfectly by the soft yellow lights strung across the trees. “Like, because they’re alive, and everything.”

     Y/N pondered for a moment, grinning at the question. “No, but did you know that the smell of cut grass is the grass telling the other grass to save itself? Also, do you think pigeons are real?”

     JJ snorted at that, “Uh, yeah, duh.” Y/N just shrugged, smiling and awaiting another weed-fuelled question. It never came, though — instead, JJ pressed his lips onto her forehead softly, before she cupped his jaw in her hands and pulled his lips to meet hers.

     She wasn’t sure what this was. It could’ve been him seeking comfort in a friend, it could’ve been alcohol, or weed. It could’ve been his less than normal mental state, or his emotions raging, but she knew she liked it. And, judging by the way he so eagerly kissed her back, pulling her onto his lap and gripping her by the waist, he liked it, too.

Yeah, I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around 

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

Comfort crowd

     Y/N stayed at his house overnight, having moved from the hot tub to the bedroom at some point. Her head pounded as she woke up, a stark reminder of the many bottles of champagne they’d had that night, but she laughed when she saw JJ walk in to his bedroom with a pained expression contorting his features at the headache he was obviously also experiencing. His hair was all over the place, and there were now red hickeys mixed in with the bruises coating his chest, but, despite how bad he looked, he managed a grin.

     “Yeah, you don’t look too great yourself, princess,” he responded jokingly, passsing her a glass of water which she took gratefully, swallowing down the pill he’d handed alongside it.

     She stood up to get dressed, stumbling into him on shaky legs as she did so, causing another laugh to erupt from the boy. She started laughing, too, resting her head on her shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back, and, unlike the hug they’d shared only a few hours prior, this one was happy, both laughing rather than crying.

We mess around

And laugh too loud

And make the sounds

We try to hide when people are around

By blood we’re bound

Through ups and downs

Through smiles and pouts

Comfort crowd

You can always count on

     “Thank you for being here, Y/N,” he said once their laughter had finally subsided, and she grinned into his shoulder — the shoulder she’d been biting into less than six hours ago.

     “Of course, JJ,” she responded. “You’re my best friend.”

     “You don’t understand how much I love you, Y/N.”

     “I think I do, JJ.”

Yeah, I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around

Yeah, I don’t care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now

Comfort crowd

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,919 Words

Summary: A new friend moves into the dorm.

Warnings: Death Mention, Abandonment Mention, Orphan Mention, Disownment, Cursing, Injury Mention, Blood Mention, Caps, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison  Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 5

6:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: Alright, you might have noticed dorm 10 is occupied this morning. You guys are getting another fellow dormmate.

gay salt: mon dieu. Who?

President Megaphone has added Bakugou

Bakugou: Hi, I guess.

farmer toshi has changed Bakugou's name to deku deck-you

deku deck-you: I'd kill you if you didn't risk your life for my teacher.

farmer toshi: Come kill me then, coward.

deku deck-you: No, I'm too tired.

schrodinger better run: Hey, Baku, what's your tragic backstory?

deku deck-you: What?

foil-mecha: Well, about 60% of us in here have a tragic backstory for being in the dorms. Monoma's mother abandoned him in Japan, Hagakure and Shinsou are orphans, Kuroiro's parents hate her, and Honenuki's been disowned. Me and Shiozaki are only here because our commute to and from school would have been horrible and Tsunotori and Aoyama are exchange students.

deku deck-you: It's stupid. I don't want you to think I'm pathetic.

gay salt: If anyone makes fun of you, I'll personally kick in the teeth. Besides Shinsou, he gets a free pass only because his teeth are already fucked this week with wires.

deku deck-you: Well, my old hag mother wanted me to drop from UA because it's too dangerous for her liking but I wouldn't do it so she kicked me out and disowned me. She beat me pretty bad, ended up breaking my right kneecap and left a bunch of deep cuts on my arms and almost severed my arteries in my wrists with some glass from a vase she broke before she threw me out of the house.

deku deck-you: I'd have used my quirk on her if it wouldn't be considered unwilling quirk usage against a civilian and, with my quirk, I'd be put in jail for how dangerous me using it in a fight could be, especially if she claimed I hurt her. I can't even go to class this morning because she threw my blood on my UA uniform so I wouldn't go back.

farmer toshi: Can't say it'll completely fit you, but my uniform is clean in room 6 in the top drawer of my dresser. Use mine for today since I'm not allowed to go to school today still. I threw up last night so I'm being held yet again for observation.

deku deck-you: Thank you. Who all is even here?

ranch flavored jello: Oh yeah, introductions. You weren't here for them.

ranch flavored jello has quoted 21 messages

Aizawa: Shouta, he/him, I'm gay, married, depressed

Shinsou: Hitoshi, he/him, I'm gay

Monoma: Seiko, she/they/he, pansexual/genderfluid, if you have a crush on me, you're some kind of gay

Hagakure: Toru, she/her, lesbian

Aoyama: Akemi, she/they, trans mtf/lesbian

Tsunotori: Pony, she/her, lesbian

Shiozaki: Ibara, they/them, asexual/agender/aromantic

Kuroiro: Kageya, she/her, trans mtf/bi

Tokoyami: Fumikage, he/him, trans ftm/bi

Honenuki: Juzo, she/her?, bi

Kuroiro: Ah yes, our girl, Honenuki Kiyomi.

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

deku deck-you: Well, I'm pansexual, he/him, trans ftm, just please don't call me Bakugou anymore, I don't want that hag's surname.

feral cat dad: I'll fight your mother, don't tempt me.

feral cat dad: Also how about Aizawa Katsuki?

deku deck-you: I'm going to start crying.

nat20: Looks like Mr. Aizawa is adopting another kid with bad parents.

President Megaphone: Yeah, I'll get the paperwork on the UA twelve hour adoption from custody transfer.

deku deck-you: Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening.

farmer toshi: I'd kill a transphobe for my brother, your honor.

deku deck-you: I have a family? Really? A real family that won't hurt me?

President Megaphone: As your uncle, I assure you, nobody here will hurt you.

feral cat dad: Katsuki, I would never hurt my son.

farmer toshi: Yeah, dude, I wouldn't hurt you, ever.

ranch flavored jello: I have a brother! I wanna paint your nails!

deku deck-you: I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

farmer toshi: I'm glad you're happy, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You're all so nice, thank you.

gay salt: We'd be nice to you regardless, Kats. We're happy to help you whilst you're settling in and finally getting to feel safe. We're proud of you for being brave enough to reach out for help when you needed it.

deku deck-you: I need to get dressed before y'all keep making me cry.

deku deck-you is now offline

7:50 AM

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deku deck-you: Toru helped me because my arms still hurt a lot when I grab things.

ranch flavored jello: My boy, Katsuki, looks like a god.

deku deck-you: I finally don't look like my mother anymore.

farmer toshi: I'll punt kick her for you, bro.

deku deck-you: Don't make me cry.

ranch flavored jello: Get to class, Kats. I'm waiting for you.

deku deck-you is now offline

8:15 AM

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Video Transcript

Oh my god, Kacchan? -Unknown

Let me fucking explain maybe before you all just gang up on me and make me even more uncomfortable. -deku deck-you

My hag mom threw me out because I wouldn't drop from the Hero Course because it's too 'dangerous' for her liking now. So I'm living in the dorms, if you make fun of my hair, I'll have to kill you because Toru worked hard to make it look good on a time constraint -deku deck-you

I think it looks really good, Kacchan! - Unknown

I will still deck you, Deku, you damn nerd. -deku deck-you

[the camera shows that Katsuki is actually happy and smiling at Midoriya and he's being hugged by Aoyama as Aizawa comes into the room bandaged to the point of looking like a Halloween mummy decoration]

Transcript End

President Megaphone: God fucking dammit, Shouta!

farmer toshi: DAD!

ranch flavored jello: What's wrong?

President Megaphone: He wasn't supposed to start teaching again yet since he's still too injured for Recovery Girl's quirk to work on him.

gay salt: Don't worry, us dorm kids will make sure he doesn't do anything too dangerous.

President Megaphone: Fine, I guess.

3:15 PM

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farmer toshi: I'm officially going back in the dorms, Aunt Nemuri came and got me. They knocked my hold down to twelve hours since I threw up since I haven't had anymore nausea or vomiting.

farmer toshi: My stubborn ass is at the store before I go home, do you guys need anything?

President Megaphone: Make sure you pick yourself up things that are liquid for the next couple days while you're on the mend before Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: That's the plan. I've already procured blueberry yogurt drinks and silken tofu and soft ice cream and jellies and stuff. I wanted to know before I check out if anyone else needs anything.

gay salt: Yeah, grab me some boiled octopus and crab sticks if you can. I'm craving them.

foil-mecha: jagariko please, whichever one you find.

ranch flavored jello: Enoki, a bunch of them, and thick white bread.

feral cat dad: Just grab some extra jellies.

life is a nightmare: ham, bean sprouts, tofu, and eggs.

pure: Tofu and spam.

schrodinger better run: Milk, bacon, and eggs for my breakfast tomorrow.

nat20: cheese sausages and kimchi ramen, please.

saviour: Just tofu and edamame.

President Megaphone: aloe yoghurt.

farmer toshi: Got it. I'll be home in like a half hour. Be waiting for your groceries.

8:15 AM

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schrodinger better run: @everyone I've made everyone breakfast! Even you, Shinsou and Mr. Aizawa. I made you two's food liquid for you.

schrodinger better run: Breakfast is eggs, pancakes, bacon, and tofu. I made the pancakes vegan friendly and I tried really hard to make the tofu like sausage for Toru and Ibara!

saviour: Thank you, Pony, I'm sure it'll be good no matter what.

ranch flavored jello: Thanks Pony, you're the best.

schrodinger better run: No problem!

schrodinger better run: And for Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou, I made you two your smoothie bags and some of the juice I made for you!

farmer toshi: Which ones?

schrodinger better run: For you, the vanilla coconut, chocolate peanut butter jelly, and guava orange juice. For Mr. Aizawa, spinach peanut butter banana, citrus berry, and guava orange juice.

feral cat dad: Thank you, pony.

feral cat dad: No, capitalize pony.

feral cat dad: Fucking speech to text.

feral cat dad: Pony. There we go.

schrodinger better run: Love you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: Love you too, kid.

2:30 PM

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feral cat dad: Katsuki, Recovery Girl says she can likely heal you now that you're feeling better.

deku deck-you: Yeah, sure.

3:45 PM

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farmer toshi: You feel okay, Kats?

deku deck-you: Yeah, just tired. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up for dinner.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:45 AM

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farmer toshi: Jeez, you get up early. I'll try to run with you tomorrow.

deku deck-you: I'm good running alone, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: Oh, okay.

deku deck-you: I mean, if you wanna, then go ahead, but I know you don't sleep well. Plus you have to rest up so Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: I know, but I also know it sucks to run alone sometimes.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:30 AM

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farmer toshi: Shoot, I slept past my alarms.

deku deck-you: It's fine. As long as you're getting sleep, you don't have to run with me, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:35 AM

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farmer toshi: Fucking alarms weren't set.

deku deck-you: You needed the sleep, Shinsou. You were up late.

farmer toshi: Fine. But I'll catch you one of these mornings.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:15 AM

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farmer toshi: I'm getting closer, you early bastard.

deku deck-you: Keep thinking that, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:55 AM

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farmer toshi: Now you're taunting me.

deku deck-you: You wish. I'm just good at waking up early.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:35 AM

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farmer toshi: I JUST MISSED YOU!

farmer toshi: Get back here little bastard!

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life is a nightmare: What a wholesome ending.

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President Michael: You good, kids?

deku deck-you: Yeah, we're good. My knee is a little achy but I'll be fine.

farmer toshi: Don't worry, I'll force him back if he's hurt, Uncle Zashi.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust

[chaoticallysapphic]

the great divide part five

summary: Who knew that eight words would be your undoing. If you had known then what you know now you wouldn’t have signed up for Suyin’s dance troupe, you probably would have left Zaofu just to be safe. But you didn’t and fate had branded you with a path that chained you to someone who would break your heart.

a/n: just one more part before the epilogue! As always this was beta read by @medeliadracon​ thank you so much for helping me

word count: 6k

You don’t know what you’re doing here, it’s probably a guilty conscience. After Kuvira had Baatar dragged off she finished changing and left for her room to finish fixing herself up. She didn’t even acknowledge you on her way out, probably too shocked at her grand scheme falling apart to process anything. She hasn’t left her room all day and the dinner you had one of the maids give to her had remained untouched outside of her door. 

For now, comforting her would have to wait. You walk down to where they were keeping Baatar, the old jail in the guardhouse that from your knowledge never really got used. Everyone was watching you as you walked down the street, you tried not to let it bother you, even Kuvira’s men were watching with wide eyes. 

Gossip travels fast and you're sure Baatar threw a fit after the shock wore off. You remember General Yin calling you Kuvira’s plaything, how much that hurt because whilst you were her soulmate, that wasn’t far from the truth. But now you're humiliated, everyone must think that of you now. Clenching your fists you let out a deep sigh, opening the door to the jailhouse you slam the door on all those stares that burn into your back. 

The guard inside jumps in surprise at the slam, his eyes widen when they land on you “Y/n! I didn’t know you were coming, what can I help you with?” 

“I’m here to see Junior, please take me to him.” He stiffly nods and walks down the stairs to the cells while you follow a few paces after him. It’s dark inside, the floors are made of wood with walls and ceilings covered in platinum, a perfect cage for a bender, even though Junior was never given such a gift. 

As you walk past you notice some of the cells have people inside them, old citizens of Zaofu. Some seem familiar, whilst others don’t ring a bell. This must be where they are keeping anyone who defied Kuvira’s invasion, a wave of relief washes over you when you don’t see your parents in any of them. 

The very last cell to the right holds the eldest Beifong son, sitting in the corner with his jacket thrown off and his glasses askew. When his eyes meet yours his nostrils flare in anger. “Come to gloat?” You look over at the guard with a raised brow, silently asking for privacy. It takes him a minute to understand before he lets out a nervous chuckle and says “oh, sorry!” 

You wait until he’s out of earshot before replying, “No, in a way I came to apologize.” In all the time you’ve known the annoying man before you, you’ve never really heard him laugh, like a full belly laugh. Baatar throws his head back, the sound echoes and causes some of the people in cells nearby to complain. “I’m serious Baatar, I never wanted to lie nor did I want to keep it a secret for so long.” 

“Did you know she fucked me? Multiple times.” He looks so smug, you feel an anger bubble inside, he must notice because he continues, “did you know she moaned my name as I drove into her?” 

Without even thinking about it you bend a piece of your armor off and wrap it around his mouth, tightly. Your chest moves as you breathe deeply, trying to contain your rage. “I know everything, I also know she only did that to placate you, and that she took her ring off for me! That the nights she wasn’t trying to keep you distracted she was in my bed, screaming my name.” 

This was not supposed to turn out this way, but you can’t seem to stop as you continue, “I also know that she’d choose me over you any day, seeing as I’m her soulmate.” Baatar’s eyes widen, you sigh.

 You rub the bridge of your nose. You didn’t come to act like this, “Look I am sorry about us going behind your back. It may not seem like it but Kuvira does care about you, just as a friend. I never took pleasure in the secrecy or the lies or the sneaking around but… She knew you wouldn’t have helped as just a friend.” 

Pulling the metal off his mouth and back onto your armor, you sigh. He looks so… Defeated. “I’ve loved her since I was thirteen years old.” 

“That doesn’t mean you get to have her,” you say softly. “One day you’ll find the one for you.” 

Baatar scoffs, “no I won’t. I don’t have a mark.” 

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a soulmate, it just means they haven’t been born yet. I heard your aunt met hers recently and she’s like fifty! So…” You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry, that’s all I came to say.” 

When he doesn’t reply, you move away, you’ve only taken two steps when he says “Does she know you're lying to her?” Your heart begins to race as you feel like the floor beneath you is on the verge of crumbling into a black endless pit. Slowly you turn to look at him, “Lying about what?” 

“You and I both know you weren’t attacked, General Yin was loyal enough to offer to lay down his life the other day when Kuvira fought the avatar. Besides, those darts leave a bruise.” You tense, just enough for him to see and he chuckles. “I knew it.” 

“I would never betray her,” you spit out before walking off, some of the people in the other cells must have heard the beginning half of your argument because as you march out they all begin to chant “Uniter’s Whore!” You slam the door shut to the jailhouse, making the guard who was slumped over in his chair jump up with wide eyes. “Wh-What happened?” 

You ignore him. Your mind is set on Kuvira, you need to get her out of her room, maybe pry something from her to help you figure out the next step of your plan. The walk back to the Beifong estate isn’t long, a five-minute walk at most but it feels like forever as you continue to push past anyone in your way, everyone around you is a blur at the anger you feel. Fuck Baatar, and y’know what, fuck those other people too. 

When you reach Kuvira’s door, the plate of food is still there, untouched and cold. You pick it up and turn the knob but the door doesn’t move due to being locked. “Kuvira wants to be left alone,” one of the guards at her door says. You roll your eyes, bending the lock before finally opening the door. 

The room is pristine, a part of you expected it to be a mess like the other day after Bolin’s betrayal, you find the cleanliness unnerving. Kuvira’s is bigger than yours, from your knowledge it was once Suyin’s, and the main room consists of a large bed with a floor to ceiling window along with a large wardrobe. 

There’s a table with two chairs and a massive bathroom across from the bed. To the left of the front door is another set of doors, finding that no one is in the bedroom, you push open the door. Inside is an office, and Kuvira is sitting in the towering desk chair made of green velvet and metal. 

She’s so focused on the blueprints in front of her that she doesn’t notice you’ve entered, which is the first sign that something’s wrong. Kuvira is always aware of her surroundings. The second sign is that once you place the food down onto the desk, she still doesn’t look up. “Vira?” 

Her head shoots up, brows pinched in confusion as she takes you in. One of her hands is fisting a blueprint whilst the other remains flat on the table. “What?” You shove the platter of food towards her, she stares at it and then at you, brow quirked. “You need to eat. You haven’t eaten all day.” 

“What I need to do is figure out what to do with Baatar.” You grab the plate of grilled salmon with garlic roasted asparagus and some sort of weird green thing you aren’t too familiar with (apparently the chef here likes to experiment with food?) and place it in front of her, sticking the fork in the salmon for her. “What do you mean?” 

Kuvira glares at the plate of food before looking up and into your eyes, she looks a bit… Defeated. “I needed him for a few more projects. With Varrick gone he is a valuable asset to us. No amount of bribery or blackmailing will get him to work, he’s too stubborn to set aside his pain for this cause now that he knows about us.” 

“What else could he possibly need to build? We’ve united the earth empire, isn’t it time we bask in our victory and usher in a new age of peace for our country?” Kuvira slams her hands against the desk and stands, glaring at you “I have other plans, we have more we can do for everyone! And I needed his engineering to give it to them.” 

You know what she needs him for, you’ve seen it all in her tent with Zhu Li. You can’t let her march onto republic city. “Like what? You’ve kept so much from me regarding this whole operation despite me being your soulmate and dedicating my life and happiness to this cause! So what is so important that you need to keep Junior around for?” 

“Now isn’t the time for your jealousy,” she spits out and you scoff. “My jealousy? I did a damn good job swallowing my feelings for the last three years, meanwhile if someone looks at me for too long you act like I want their attention! I’m just trying to be here for you, so get over yourself!” 

She looks a bit stunned at your rebuttable but you don’t give her the time to fight back. “For someone so worried about me leaving them last night, you sure aren’t trying your hardest to keep me around.” 

Her eyes widen, you feel bad, you do. But you’ve kept your cards close to your chest for far too long. Taking advantage of her stunned state, you grab the blueprint, ripping it out from under the plate. Food flies onto the desk, but you don’t care. It’s the giant mecha suit, but there’s been some alterations to the plans, improvements that weren’t there when Zhu Li copied it. 

“What the fuck is this for?” 

Kuvira rips it out of your hands, the middle tearing a bit, “you want to be in the know? Fine! This isn’t over until Republic City is ours! It used to be earth kingdom land and we deserve to have it back!” You pull at the roots of your hair, letting out a frustrated sound that’s a mixture between a groan and a growl as you spit out, “Careful Kuvira, you’re starting to sound like Azulon!” 

A look of hurt flashed before her eyes before she masked it. “Azulon wanted to conquer lands that weren’t his, this is our land!” 

“It hasn’t been our land for decades! That city is older than us!” Your face is red with anger and her eyes are wild as she stares at you in a complete rage. “You can stop this right now before it’s too late. If you invade Republic City I will never be able to look at you again.” 

“Don’t make me choose between you and my country.” She looks panicked, you sigh as you feel tears drip down your cheeks. “It shouldn’t be a tough decision, Kuvira.” You rarely call her by her full name in private, but you can’t bring yourself to taint a name filled with such love.

You leave before she can lure you back in with her smoky voice and false promises. You slam open her bedroom doors, causing the guards standing by to jump back in fear. You don’t pay them mind as you head to your room, tomorrow you’ll work harder to dismantle this operation before it’s too late. Tonight you can spend your time crying over the impending doom of your relationship. 

Upon entering the room, your heart clenches. Everything is the same as this afternoon, her robe is on the floor, a crumpled heap with the sheets rumpled and two cloths strewn across the room. Images of the night before flash through your mind, what if that’s the last time you’ll ever get to hold her? Or the last time she says she loves you? 

A choked sound escapes your throat as you slide down the metal of the doors until your bottom hits the stone floor. You always promised to stay, you just promised last night. But can you stomach the sight of her if she did that? Could you push all of her wrongdoings aside, all of her crimes, in the name of love? 

Maybe years from now, but you don’t think you can spend such a long time away from her. You aggressively wipe at your eyes, why can’t it be easy? Everyone’s soulmate stories seemed to be full of love with minor to no complications. No one ever mentions this feeling of a million knives stabbing into your heart as you imagine the future you’ll most likely never be given. You’re going to end up alone, one of those freaks whose soulmate didn’t want or didn’t care for enough.

A few hours later you wake up on the cold stone floor with a mild headache, the tears that once rushed down your face have dried. You push yourself up with a groan, you can’t stay in this room for another second so you stand up with wobbly legs and open your door.

 A guard that wasn’t there before is stationed outside, he avoids eye contact and watches you walk out of the house. You numbly walk towards the tram you rode last night, there’s a man at the door waiting for any passengers and when you step up he looks surprised. “Uhh, what do you need?” 

“I need a ride to the encampment,” you say monotonously. You don’t offer a smile nor a glare, just utterly emotionless as you walk onto the tram and sit down, not waiting for a reply. He rushes over to the operating booth, within a minute the doors are snapping shut as the tram jolts into action. This time you do look out the window, wanting to know what she’s done to your city. 

At this hour no one is out of their homes, all tucked away for the night. To a stranger, nothing would be amiss, but you notice the little differences, like the sign of your favorite bakery that has been ripped down and that a window to the right in the very back has been broken. 

All market booths are empty when they usually just have blankets thrown on them at the end of the day. These differences have sucked the life out of Zaofu, leaving in its wake a sad and quiet city trapped under a tyrannical rule. 

When the tram stops at the entrance, you climb off and look at the line of jeeps parked to the side to travel to and fro. The guards warily watch over you as you jump into one, not paying anyone any mind as you speed off down the road. This time you don’t slow down, if anything you go as fast you can, hoping to release some of your anger into the wind.

 Pieces of your hair leave your updo, whipping around as you clutch at the steering wheel. Your mind wanders back to your argument, causing you to let out a frustrated yell as you slam a hand against the wheel, accidentally pressing against the horn. 

You don’t care though, you're alone and still have roughly two miles until you get to the encampment so no one hears you as you let out a scream, then another. The action brings you an ounce of relief which is better than none, you’ll take it. When you reach the camp you slow down so as to not accidentally run into any tents and drive the jeep to the center, turning off the car but leaving the keys in the ignition, you jump out of the car. 

You march towards Kuvira’s tent with clenched fists. Inside most of the papers and maps are gone, so you head to the filing cabinet where you know copies of things reside, when you try to pull it open you find it locked. With a frustrated huff, you bend the metal open, effectively opening up the drawer. 

Inside you riffle through, looking for a map of the encampment that has each tent labeled with what's inside. You find it tucked between the old blueprint of the train and a copy of the invasion plans for Zaofu. Slamming the broken drawer shut you spread the map across the empty table and sigh. 

Kuvira’s army mainly consists of willing participants, but there’s a large portion of people who were forced to join, benders who are valuable to the cause due to their different bending abilities. She had Baatar make a bracelet to put around each of their ankles to keep them from deserting, when you found out about it you didn’t talk to Kuvira for days. 

You wished you hadn’t, but eventually, your resolve slipped and you buried your hatred towards the invention and the poor souls trapped fighting a cause they don’t believe in. The fault with these bracelets was that they could only be metal bent to be taken off without it shocking them. But that worked in your favor. 

Your fingers traced the map, looking for the barracks meant to hold these prisoners. When your eyes land on Barrack 238 a sigh leaves you, you can’t seem to find the second one but you can ask the residents once you get inside. 

You fold the map up until it’s small enough to fit in your pocket and dash out of the tent, thankfully the guards that patrol this encampment seem to have already passed over this section so you can easily sneak behind all the buildings and crates as you make your way across the camp.

Barrack 238 is stationed by the mess hall, in between two barracks for loyal soldiers so that if they ever tried anything people would be nearby to subdue them. Outside the entrance are two guards with their helmets on, ready to fight if necessary. Slowly you bend off two pieces of your armor and shoot them towards their mouths, the force has their heads knocking against the metal behind them, effectively knocking them out. 

You dart across to the door, opening it up you bend off two more pieces that you attach to their ankles and pull them inside in case a patrol walks by. Everyone inside is sound asleep on cots lining both sides of the walls. Quietly you click the door shut, there isn’t a lock on it so you take one of the pieces of metal from an ankle and bend it around the handles, effectively barring entry to anyone who tries. 

You sneak around the room, bending off the bracelets as quietly as possible. It’s on the twelfth one that someone wakes up. The woman whose bracelet you are bending wakes up with a start, you fall back onto your butt and stare at her with wide eyes. She looks terrified, you probably would in her shoes. 

“No please, don’t scream. I’m here to help,” you whisper, crawling forward. She opens her mouth to shout, so you gently grab her cheeks and turn her head to stare at all the broken bracelets at the ends of the beds, along with the two knocked out guards. She rips out of your grasp, her eyes focusing on the guards. “I-I want to help you all, if I can finish getting you guys out of these I can give you all two options.” 

“What options?” Her voice is one of sandpaper and smoke. “You guys can run off into the night to escape together or I can hide these bracelets and you can wait to help revolt.” The bracelets are hidden under their pants so no strangers will know that they are fighting against their will. 

“What revolt?” 

“Whenever you guys see the avatar, that’s when you fight back.” She tenses as she stares you down, “aren’t you Kuvira’s lover? Someone said that you are.” You look down at your lap, nodding. “Then why are you trying to help us?” 

“Because I shouldn’t have turned a blind eye in the first place, I know my help won’t erase what happened but I want to do what I can to end this.” 

She eyes your cheek, before hesitantly replying “what can I do to help?” 

You have her wake up those you’ve already freed to discuss what to do next, and with each new one, you feel a weight settle on your shoulders. Their lives are now in your hands, if someone finds out what happened you will need to do everything in your power to protect them. Soon enough everyone is awake and huddled together, whispering. You stay out of the way, knowing this isn’t your conversation. This is about their freedom, something you helped take away. 

“We’ll fight,” the woman says, emerging from the crowd, your eyes widen. “Are you sure? I can help you steal jeeps if you want to leave.” 

“We need to make sure they are taken down.” Your gaze flit’s between them, there’s forty of them so you can’t meet the eyes of each one but suddenly you feel like you aren’t as hopeless as before. “If you all are sure, then okay… Do you know where the other barrack is stationed with others… Like you?” You cringe but no one seems to care. “I think on the other side of the camp, they try to keep us apart.” 

You nod, if you at least have a general area you can easily scope it out, it’s the only barrack made out of metal with guards watching over them. You bend open a large hole in the earth, each person grabs the bracelet that kept them chained to a life of fighting and slowly walk to the hole. One by one they drop them inside, each clink of metal is a reminder of what they’ve gone through, what you let them go through. Once the last bracelet is inside you bend the earth until you can’t even tell it’s been touched. 

“What are you gonna do about the guards?” You sigh at that, the sea of people split to show the two men still out cold. “I think I’ll know what to do, you guys go back to sleep and make sure no one sees your ankles.” They all climb back into their respective cots, tucking their blankets under their feet. You bend the metal off the handle and back onto the guy's ankle before opening the door and dragging them out, With a flick of your wrist the door shuts once more. 

Even with bending the guys are heavy enough for there to be a slight resistance that wears on your muscles as you drag them along the dirt. It takes the double it usually would walk up to the guardhouse which holds a makeshift jail. You feel sweat drip down your brow as you grunt, the noise alerts one of the guards standing post outside the guardhouse, his eyes widen as he looks at the men being dragged behind you as you slowly walk over. 

He rushes over, going to take one of the guard's ankles, you let go of the metal you were bending to pull him and sigh. You drop the second man's ankle as well and push loose strands of hair out of your face as they begin to stick to your wet skin. “I-” you pant, “caught these men trying to desert.” 

The guard's eyes widen, “are you sure?” 

“Yes, I found them trying to run off whilst I was driving into camp. They tried to put up a fight too,” 

“I-I am so sorry, we can throw them inside a cell and have them on the next train to the reeducation camps,” he grabs the other man's ankle and starts to drag them into the building. “Please ma’am, go get some rest. We’ll make sure these men are secure under our command.” 

You try not to snort at the usage of ma’am and nod before walking off. You can’t take out the next set of guards the same way you did for the last, it’ll become suspicious that so many men are trying to desert in one evening. The walk to the other side is long, you know it’s late as your feet drag across the ground, but time is of the essence and you can’t forget anyone. The barrack is tucked away behind the weapons tent and jeep depo, once more two guards are standing by. 

You sneak past a tent beside the barrack and run along until you get to the back. You’ll have to be extra quiet for this. Since none of the soldiers inside are earth benders, these barracks are made of bendable metal, most likely in case something goes wrong but also because using platinum would be such a waste on ones who can’t even bend metal in the first place. 

You slowly begin to bend the back open, a small enough hole for you to crawl through, if you go any faster it’ll cause more noise and alert anyone nearby, but this time your intrusion wakes up the person sleeping closest to the wall. They open their mouth to scream so you jump forward and place your hand over their mouth. “I’m here to help,” you whisper. “If you scream, guards will flood this barrack and find a way to blame one of you guys, so be quiet.” 

The loyal ones hated the ones being forced into service, they felt that everyone should be grateful and honored to fight alongside Kuvira. “I want to bend all of your bracelets off and offer you all two options, if I bend off your bracelet can you help keep everyone quiet?” 

He slowly nods, you hesitantly move your hand away, keeping it close for a couple of seconds to see if he’ll try anything. When he doesn’t you bend the bracelet off and guide him over to the person next to him, this process is slower due to needing to be as quiet as possible, it takes roughly an hour to get everyone's bracelets off. Once every one is free you drag them as far from the doors as you can and whisper, “I offered this to the other group. I can either help you escape tonight or you can stay and revolt once you see the avatar.”

“Which one did they take?” a man, no a boy who looks no older than eighteen asks with his arms crossed. 

“To stay and fight.” 

“Then we’ll stay,” says a woman. You offer them a small grateful smile and tell them what you told the last group before opening up a hole. This time you tell them to gently set their bracelet inside instead of tossing them, once done you bend it like before and look up at the group. “Keep your ankles covered, and remember not to fight until you see the avatar.” 

Everyone quietly gets back into bed as you step through your hole and bend it back together. It’s not perfect, there are some ripples and obvious signs of damage but it's the best you can manage. It would need to be welded to be smooth again or bent by someone stronger than you. 

Finally, you can crawl into bed in the old tent that you once shared with Kuvira. Until she comes to you, you won’t set foot in Zaofu. The ball is in her court and you won’t give in. The exhaustion of the day wraps around you as you tuck yourself in. It doesn’t take long to fall into a dreamless sleep. 

That next morning you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and sigh, you didn’t get any sleep last night due to the lack of her. But there’s more to be done. You bend your armor back on and tie your hair into a simple ponytail instead of the usual tight bun and force yourself to walk out into the morning light. The camp is bustling with men and women rushing around to complete their morning tasks. Some look at you strangely as you pass, most likely surprised to see you back here instead of the city but you brush it off. 

Instead of heading to the mess hall like most people around this time of day you head to the weapons tent. This tent is thankfully left unguarded because only a quarter of her soldiers need them. It’s easy to slip inside and due to Zhu Li, you know where to find a tranquilizer and some darts which you slip into your coat pocket along with a knife. These are the only two things that can remain untouched in this room. 

You go to the first crate full to the brim of weapons and bend the metal on them, curving them until they are irreparable, and move onto the next. It takes more time than you’d like due to using up so much energy last night and not having any food in your stomach but you persist. If someone enters well then you’ll just… Take them out. Maybe you can take them to the other guardhouse to not raise any brows, although they do keep in contact via radio but… Well, you’ll figure it out may the need arise. 

At the last crate, you feel yourself become exhausted from all the energy you’re putting into your bending. You grip the sides of the wood and lean forward, the sweat on your back is making your jacket stick to you. You can take it off after this, you tell yourself. With a grunt, you slowly begin to bend the metal of the weapons, twisting them until you hear the snap of the mechanisms inside breaking. 

Hesitantly you move the flap of the tent just slightly to look outside to make sure the coast is clear. When you exit the tent you head to your own so you can adjust the weapons hidden inside. The sun beats down on you as you weave past others, sweat dripping down your neck. When your tent finally comes into sight you're overjoyed with relief and dart inside. Now that you’re finally alone you carefully take out the gun along with the knife and darts. You place them on your bed and examine them with a hand holding your chin in contemplation. 

Your eyes dart from the knife to the loose sheet you slept with before grabbing it to tear off a long strip. You wrap the blade in it and tuck the loose end into the wrapping to keep it tight. Running a finger down where the edge of the blade is, you press down and don’t feel any pain. Good. You tuck that into your pants and underneath your tank top.

The gun is a different story, you try tucking it into the band of your pants like you did the knife but it’s too noticeable there and too large for your pant pockets, despite them being relatively deep. You bite your lip as you look down at your body, trying to figure what to do when your eyes land on your boots. 

Emptying the barrel of the gun you push the gun into the side of your boot, which is rather uncomfortable might you add, and adjust the hem of your pant leg to help keep it hidden. The darts you stuff in a pocket, it’s a little obvious something is inside but you don’t think anyone will ask. Only Kuvira would and she’s not here.

You think of the mecha suits Zhu Li sabotaged, with all the weapons destroyed their default would be to put the men into suits but now they won’t have enough. You’re suddenly so happy she did that, because now those men are rendered useless. 

Walking out of your tent you head to the mess hall for food, some eye you, looking disapprovingly at your lack of the required bun and jacket but you dare them to try and rat you out. It’s not like you and Kuvira are currently on speaking terms anyway. Instead of grabbing a plate of food you simply grab an apple along with a piece of bacon before heading out. You don’t want to waste time sitting around picking at a plate of half-decent food. 

As you’re walking around trying to find more things to do you pass by the communications tent and pick up a conversation, that familiar raspy voice is a bit static-y but you still recognize her. “Find y/n and send her to my tent.” 

“Of course, great uniter. I’ll tell all my men to search for her.” Oh, she’s decided to grace the camp with her presence and leave her conquered fortress behind? You scoff and walk away, heading to the tent yourself. You don’t want to deal with another man that tries to shove you in one direction like General Yin. 

The tent stands in front of you with a looming sense of dread billowing out of the tent like smoke. Whatever happens inside will decide your future, and that thought scares you. 

With a faltering step, you head to the entrance, slowly moving open the flap. Kuvira is leaning against the front of her desk, looking up at the fabric above. Upon hearing you enter her head snaps down to stare into your eyes. 

With the flap falling shut behind you, you stand in front of the entrance, worried about getting any closer. In the past Kuvira’s mere presence was enough to sway you into singing her name and whilst you felt you were stronger than you used to be, there was still that slight chance of caving at the caress of her hand. 

“I spoke to your parents.” That is not what you were expecting to come out of her mouth. Your brows pinch together in confusion so she continues “I didn’t realize I knew your mom, she helped train me when I first joined the guard.” 

You turn your head, not being able to meet her gaze. “So?”

“She’s a blunt woman, and when I told her about us neither of your parents were pleased.” You wrap your arms around your stomach, are they upset with you? Of whom you’ve become? “But they gave me a piece of useful advice, something I probably could have had use of hearing all those years ago.” 

She slowly walks over to you, hesitantly so. When she’s only a few feet away from you, you finally notice the bags under her hair and the frizziness of her hair. It doesn’t seem like much but Kuvira strives for perfection within herself, a hair out of place meant a flaw in her eyes. 

“That if I love you, it shouldn’t just be me taking from you, but by asking you to hide everything and go along with my plans that was exactly what I did. I realize now I never even asked what you want, what you envision when you see our future.” 

Tears escape your eyes at her words. All these years you’ve eagerly given yourself to her, reminding yourself that one day all your quiet suffering will have been worth it. To hear her admit what she’s done, even if it’s not in-depth, makes you realize how little you’ve received in return. 

“It should be equal. Give and take and be there for each other. There shouldn’t be punishments or silent treatment,” Kuvira pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you want?” 

Your bottom lip trembles as you squeeze your eyes shut. Flashes of you pursuing dancing, of owning an apartment together and painting the living room in Kuvira’s favorite shade of green. Making dinners together and lazy days spent in bed whispering to one another, afraid to break the gentle peace that’s filled the atmosphere. Of a date in the botanical gardens, a picnic like you’d always wanted since that day you realized who she was. A flower every Friday and a gentle, loving kiss in greeting when returning home from practice. 

You don’t know how to express that dream you’ve held onto these last few years, it’s precious and sacred, something that helped keep you going in the darkest of moments. 

“I want peace,” you say, your voice a mere whisper. But she hears you loud and clear. “I want this all to end and I want us to finally be able to love one another in front of others. I don’t want any of this, I can’t peacefully live in a world where this… this mission is a success.” 

Kuvira takes a step forward, her mouth opening to reply when it happens. A shout, and then gunfire.

[thegreatestofheck]

For Forever ۵Kie Carrera۵

(gif not mine. All credit to chasethesun18!)

Word Count - 1895 Warnings - Homophobia, domestic violence, swearing,  Synopsis- When you’re parents find out that you’ve been secretly dating your best friend, Kie, they go off on you. Afterward, she comforts you, reminding you that blood doesn’t mean family.  A/N- This is something different than I usually write because I am not overly familiar with the topic and I don’t want to be insensitive. However, I think it is something that needs to be put out there. If you think that I have portrayed something wrong, please let me know. If this idea is triggering or causes you stress, please be cautious! Your safety is my prime concern. As always, stay safe, stay healthy, stay groovy!

You flinched as the plate shattered against the hardwood floor. Tears stung your eyes, blurry your vision, but you would not give them the satisfaction of crying. 

Arms wrapped around your stomach, you pressed yourself as close to the wall as you could. Your mom threw another plate against the ground. 

“This is just like you!” Your mom yelled, throwing her hands above his head. “Doing something you deliberately knew would piss us off!” 

“I’m not doing anything wrong!” You protested, knowing full well you should have just kept your mouth shut and not said anything. You were just poking the beast. It was bound to come out eventually, but you had hoped to tell them yourself. Not have Topper snitch on you behind your back. That sucked. 

“You and that...that girl!” Your mom nearly shrieking, pulling on the silverware drawer so hard that the entire thing fell from its track. You flinched again, lower lip starting to quiver. 

“It’s just Kie, Mom,” you said. “We’re friends.” 

“Friends?” Your mom spun around, a fire in her crazed eyes. “Last time I checked, friends don’t stick their tongues down each others throats!” 

You cringed, turning your face away. There was no lying your way out of this one. You were screwed. Your legs started to tremble beneath you, knees turning to jelly. Insides curdling, you wanted to throw up. Somehow, you had convinced yourself that your parents were never going to find out and, even if they did, they wouldn’t care. You and Kie could be together, be happy together and you parents would stand there by your side just as happy. 

Glass exploded across the floor as your mother threw one of her precious wine glasses with all of her strength. A quiet sob came from your mouth, pressing your forehead to the wall and wrapping your hands tighter around your stomach. You weren’t sure what was worse, your screaming and destructive mother or your deadly silent father. 

“Say something, Dad,” you pleaded, tears brimming in your eyes. He refused to look at you, hands curled into fists at his side. 

“Don’t go looking for sympathy now, girl!” Your mom screeched, tossing a metal pot onto the floor. You staved off blinking for as long as you could, hoping that your tears would dry. But they fell like stars, glistening off your cheeks as moonlight shone in through the skylight above. “I have never been more disappointed in my life.” 

“Disappointed?” You scoffed, your grief solidifying into anger. “You’re more angry with me for being in love than with Jay for going to jail for pushing drugs to minors?” 

“Don’t mention your brother,” your mother warned, her voice deepening. 

“Why not?” You asked, finding an inkling of courage somewhere deep in your gut. “How is the person I’m in love with disappoint you more than him?” 

“You’re not in love,” your mom laughed, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot who confuses lust with love.” 

“That’s not it, Mom,” you said, pressing your lips together. “I love her, Mom. I’m in love with Kiara.” 

Your mom had crossed the room in a few steps, her knuckles swiping across your cheek before you were even aware that she was coming your way. A loose part of her ring dug into your cheek, breaking the skin. 

You let out a gasp, your head whipping around to the side. Your mother decided that it wasn’t enough. She grabbed you by the hair and threw you to the ground, right in the middle of the mess of glass she made on the floor. You sucked in a sharp breath and let it out quickly as shards of glass pierced your skin. 

Your body shook from the pain. You weren’t sure if it was the physical pain of the glass in your hands and shins or the emotional pain from your mother. 

She stood behind you, seething like an angry baboon, hands flexing and relaxing at her sides. You breathed deeply in attempts to keep yourself from crying anymore. You didn’t want to cry in front of them. 

You looked up slowly toward your dad, who had yet to say a word. He still wouldn’t look at you. 

“Daddy.” Your voice broke. “Daddy, please. It’s me. It’s your little girl. Your daughter.” 

Finally, he looked up at you with a piercing gaze. Red rimmed the bottoms of his eyes and you were surprised to see a tear fall from the tip of his nose. 

“I don’t have a daughter anymore.” 

Without saying anything else, he turned away from you. The sobs came slowly at first, just shuddered breathing. But then tears were running down your face, your shoulders shaking mercilessly. You let your hands fall back into the glass, not caring how much it hurt. 

“I want you out of this house,” your mother said, her voice as hard as stone. 

You weren’t sure you could stand. You wanted to stay. You wanted your mom to pull you out of the glass, to sit you on the side of the tub like she used to and pull out the little pieces. You wanted your dad to buy you ice cream and tell you that he loved you. 

But that wasn’t going to happen. 

Eventually, your entire body was tired of crying. Your jaw ached, your nose burned, your eyes stung. Swallowing was like eating gravel. A lump settled in your stomach. You were pretty sure you were going to vomit if you cried any longer. 

You didn’t know if your mom was still there, staring down at you with her stone cold gaze, but you didn’t care. You pushed yourself up slowly, hissing quietly as some of the glass fell from your legs and arm. Tiny drops of blood fell to the floor. That was all they were going to have of you. Your blood and your tears. 

You were no longer their daughter. Fine. They no longer had any control over your life. 

You staggered out of the house, unsure of where to go. It was dark, the moon high in the sky. Even with the streetlamps, your tears still blurred your vision. You could barely see. 

But your feet knew where to go. They followed your heart. Your heart knew exactly where you needed to be right now, so you were going to follow it. 

On a night like this, cloudless and the moon full, there was only one place Kie was bound to be. 

Walking to the Chateau took a lot longer than driving. You weren’t sure how long you were stumbling along until the house came into sight. A teary smile broke out onto your face, even if you didn’t see them all right away. You didn’t care if John B and Pope and JJ were there. You didn’t need them, not now anyway. You just needed her. 

You needed to see her eyes, to smell her perfume, to feel her hands running through your hair. That was all you needed. 

“Y/N!” JJ yelled from one of the hammocks, throwing his hands in the air. “Come to see the show?” 

“Is Kie here?” you asked, unaware of how haggard your voice sounded. 

“Babe?” 

A sob came from your mouth at the sound of her voice, your breathing quivering again as you smiled. 

“Oh my god. What happened?” Kie asked, throwing herself out of the hammock, sending Pope onto the ground from the other end. You didn’t say anything until she was standing in front of you. Her eyes scanned your body, widening as she saw all the glass. 

“They found out,” you said, trying to keep yourself from falling apart all over again. “They kicked me out.” 

“Those motherfu-”

“JJ, shut up,” John B snapped. “Let’s get you inside.”

Kie tucked herself under your arm, John B taking the other side. They helped you toward the house, Pope and JJ following close behind. 

“What happened?” Kie asked again, setting you on the side of the tub. “Do you have tweezers, John B?” 

“I do,” Pope said, turning away from the bathroom to run toward his backpack. 

“Topper has pictures on his phone,” you said, fighting back tears. “He showed my mom and dad.” 

Kie put her hand behind your head, pulling you into a hug as she pressed a quick kiss against your cheek. 

You felt yourself dissolve in her arms. The sobbing came back, uncontrollable. Your tears soaked through the sleeves of her “Save the Turtles” shirt. Despite the glass in your hands, you stuffed your fists with hair. 

You breathed in her scent, letting it wash a wave of calm over you. Your breath shuddered, slowing, until you were once again able to breathe. When Kie pulled away, a small smile on her face, you melted in her eyes. Warmth spread through you just at the sight of her. There was water in her eyes as she brushed a few strays tears from your face with the pad of her thumb. 

“Those people don’t mean anything,” she whispered. “Not anymore. We’re you’re family, Y/N. We always have been.” 

You spluttered a bit and then smiled. 

She picked up the tweezers that Pope must have left on the counter and rested your hand in hers. 

“This is going to hurt,” Kie warned. You shook your head. 

“No it won’t,” you told her. “Not when I’m with you.” 

Kie smiled at you, a wider smile. You wanted nothing more than to hold her in your arms, to fall asleep under the sky. But you imagined that being cuddled by someone with glass all over wasn’t entirely comfortable. 

She began to pick the pieces of glass out slowly, tossing them in the trash and then putting a bit of pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding. As she worked, she told you about her day. You laughed along with her, sniffing as minimally as you could. Eventually, John B poked his head in and tapped his knuckles on the door. You and Kie looked up at him. 

“You doing okay?” He asked you. You nodded, wiping away a tear. “Good. We’re going to go beat the shit out of Topper so if you need anything, just call.” 

You were going to protest, but he ducked out of the doorway before you could. 

“Just let them go,” Kie said with a small shake of her head. 

“But it’s the middle of the night.”

“They like to feel helpful.”

You smiled. 

“You know,” you started slowly. “I haven’t been apart of my family for a long time. My parents knew, even if they didn’t know. You’ve been my family for years, Kie.” 

A new wave of tears filled your eyes. She looked up at you, curling one of your glass-free hands up in hers. With a firm squeeze and eyes full of tears, Kie spoke again. 

“You will always have me, Y/N,” she said, her voice clear and clean. 

“For how long?” You asked, remembering the same promise your dad made to you. She gently grabbed your chin, making sure your eyes were on her. 

“For forever.” 

She leaned forward on her toes, bringing her lips to yours. She tasted like vanilla, her lip gloss sticking to your mouth. It was a short kiss, but it wasn’t supposed to be long. It was a seal. 

A promise. 

[ruzek-halstead]

dead of night

pairing: luke patterson x julie molina

written based on prompt:

"it’s three am, in the dead of winter, some idiot pulled/set off the fire alarm and i am being very vocal about how i’m gonna make that dumbass pay"

university au

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       When Julie heard the blaring alarm blasting throughout the room, she nearly cried.

It was midterm season, and she had been up late until two a.m. cramming for her exam later that day. She wasn't one to normally rely on cramming as her sole source of studying, but she had a paper due the previous day and another midterm the day before. She could only focus on one thing at a time. It pained her though, because Julie was a meticulous planner. She liked to have everything written down on a calendar and lay out a set number of dedicated time she would have to work on each assignment.

Nothing went as planned this time.

She had finally dragged herself to bed at around 2:15 a.m., with a set alarm for early in the morning to go over her notes some more. She never actually woke up on time for these said alarms, but it was the effort that counted. At least, that's what she constantly told herself.

It felt like she had only been asleep for all of twenty minutes when she was suddenly being ripped away from her REM sleep, and she was ready to kill someone.

"What the hell?" Julie hissed, throwing her duvet off her body violently. She could see her roommate Flynn (and best friend - they'd known each other since diapers) pulling on her shoes. Julie checked her phone from the bedside table and noted the time was now 3:26 a.m. She'd hardly been asleep for an hour.

Flynn opened their room door and was met with a number of their fellow students moving rapidly throughout the hallway. "Oh shit," she muttered, turning back to Julie. "Jules, get your ass out here. I'm not sure this is a drill."

Julie let out a loud groan, threw on her pair of black converse and booked it out the door after Flynn. She didn't even have time to grab a sweater like Flynn did, and only realized when she was halfway out the building, she was wearing a NYU short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of thin leggings.

"Someone better be on fire," she growled under her breath. She and Flynn were huddled together off to the side, trying not to freeze their asses off. New York was known for their particularly cold winters; it was mid-November, and this was no exception. The ground was littered with a light dusting of snow, and every time Julie breathed, she could see her breath.

She had never felt the urge to commit a felony such as murder until this moment.

Julie was so angry, she didn't notice the cluster of students hanging off to their right. She only noticed when she picked up on something particularly interesting one of them said.

"For the love of god, Luke!" The tall, blonde one yelled (Julie thought he was trying to whisper, but he obviously failed miserably). He also hit the shaggy-haired brunette (she assumed that was Luke) upside the head. "Dude, you set off the fire alarm! Our whole residence is outside in the snow!"

Julie's eyes widened and her grip on Flynn's arm tightened. Flynn groaned, absentmindedly shrinking closer to the ground.

"Alex's right. That guy's not even wearing pants!" The other brunette piped in, pointedly avoiding looking at the student in question. All three boys were dressed appropriately; pants, sweaters and beanies. Almost as if this was planned or something.

It only made Julie's blood boil even hotter.

Luke rolled his eyes, latching onto the third boys' shoulder. "Relax, Reggie. It was an accident."

"They're going to eat you alive if they find out," Alex added sassily. "I'll help them. You screwed up my beauty sleep, bro."

Luke snorted. "What beauty sleep?"

"Don't test me right now!" Alex snapped. "You know what this dry cold does to my skin!"

Luke nodded with a pout, seemingly sympathetic. "Stop being such a baby and live a little! This is sort of hilarious."

Reggie bit his lip and averted his eyes from Alex, who looked like he was about to rip his own hair out. "Dude, I'm going to strangle you if you don't stop talking."

"Oh my god," Julie hissed at Flynn. "Are you hearing this? These idiots did this because they're idiots! What the hell?"

Flynn chanced a look behind them, surveying the three boys. "Hmm, they're kind of cute," she said without thinking. Julie was quick to throw her murderous glare in her direction. "Wait no — that came out wrong..."

"I'm going to kill him."

Flynn had to grab Julie's arm and yank her back.

"Julie! I don't have the money to bail you out of jail right now! Don't do me like this!"

Julie huffed. "I have to say something. I have an exam later and I should be sleeping!"

"Just no felonies, okay?" Flynn pleaded with puppy dog eyes. Julie conceded with a nod.

Whirling around, Julie marched up to 'Luke' and tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around and the smile he was sporting dropped from his lips; now he just looked confused. "Uh — can I help you?"

"Probably not," she started bitterly, "but I just happened to overhear that you're the idiot who pulled the fire alarm and I would genuinely like to know what in the hell would possess you to do such a thing on a fucking Tuesday during midterms?"

Julie was now yelling and Luke looked like a terrified deer in headlights.

His friends were holding onto each other with wide eyes.

"Uh — well —" He stammered on embarrassingly.

"Some of us have shit to do! I have a midterm in a few hours and instead of sleeping, I'm stuck out here with you and believe me, I'm trying really hard not to punch you in the throat right now."

Luke blinked, his mouth opening and closing because he didn't know what he could possibly say to make this situation better.

Alex did, however.

"Do it," Alex blurted, "punch him!"

Luke whirled around, looking affronted. "Dude!"

"Don't 'dude' me," Alex sassed. "You deserve it."

Luke turned back to face Julie with a newly apologetic expression as he tried to explain himself. "Listen," he started and by the furious look on her face, he could already tell it was the wrong thing to say. "Shit, I'm sorry! I just — I swear, this was all a misunderstanding. I really didn't mean to do it; it just happened."

"Buddy," Reggie leaned in to whisper in his ear. "This doesn't sound nearly as good as you think it does."

Luke rolled his eyes, pushing his friend back into Alex. "I'm sorry; what can I do to make this better?" For the first time since she started yelling at him, he actually looked at her.

She looked absolutely exhausted and it only made Luke feel guiltier. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her glasses were low on the bridge of her nose. He took note of her outfit and the thin t-shirt; she was obviously freezing and the goosebumps on her arms proved that. Immediately, he shrugged out of his hoodie.

"Um — here, take this," he shoved his NYU hoodie in her direction. She looked down at with furrowed brows, and then back at him. Her glare was still in full force, and Luke admired her ability to look so angry, but so adorable at the same time. "It's the least I can do."

Julie looked down at the sweater again, scoffed in annoyance and walked away.

Flynn was holding back a laugh as she made eye contact with Luke. He looked exasperated as he hobbled after Julie.

"Wait! Just — hold on a second!"

Julie didn't feel like stopping for him and her angry speed-walking was finally sending some blood back into her arms. When Luke grabbed her arm to spin her around, she turned to him with a ferocious glare. "Shit — okay, sorry," he dropped her arm sheepishly, "should've asked. I'm sorry. I just — please, take this."

Once again, he offered her his grey hoodie.

She really wanted to stand her ground and make a point. But she was genuinely freezing, and her pride could only control so much. With a sigh, she grabbed the hoodie and slipped it over her head. It fit baggy, but it was so warm and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. She didn't even notice that this now left Luke in a measly t-shirt.

"Again, I'm really sorry," he apologized again, biting his lip. "You have a midterm later today and this was so stupid of me."

Julie took a deep breath; she felt calmer now. Probably because she had already yelled at him, and she was tired and she didn't have the energy to stay annoyed for much longer. Plus, he had already apologized like six times.

"It's fine. I may have overreacted a little bit."

Luke chuckled nervously. "No, you definitely didn't. I've always been told I'm a little — uh, reckless."

"And I guess I've been told I'm a bit uptight," she admitted. Julie had no idea why she was being so honest with a guy who's head she bit off five minutes ago; but he had really beautiful eyes, like puppy dog eyes and she couldn't help but get sucked in. "I'm Julie, by the way."

"Yeah?" He was suddenly hyper aware of how gorgeous she was and for the first time, she wasn't glaring at him. Holy shit, was she making googly eyes at him? "I mean — we can always treat that. I happen to know a few rascally boys that can help."

Julie let out a gentle laugh. God, this night really got away from her. She could see the firefighters start to exit the building, seemingly finding no sign of a fire and any other issue. "I think I'm hardwired like that, unfortunately."

The students around them slowly started filing back into the building and Luke realized he only had a few minutes left. "Um, well — again, I'm sorry. And I hope your midterm goes well." He originally intended to ask for her number, but of course, that's what came out instead.

"Thanks," she replied softly, thumbing at the sleeves of his sweater. "I can wash this sweater and get it back to you."

Julie gave him an opening and he knew it.

"Of course. Is it alright if we exchange numbers?"

Julie was surprised at the warmth that immediately spread through her chest. She could also feel the smile stretching across her lips through no effort of her own. "Yeah, that'd be great," she responded, "as long you promise not to wake me up at an ungodly time of the morning."

"No?" Luke raised an eyebrow, shooting her a smirk. He could see the fire in Julie's eyes and he knew the feeling was mutual. "But I thought that was our thing."

"If that's the case, our thing will also be me punching you in the throat."

x

i wanted to make julie sassier and make luke work for it a bit more but i got tired and i really wanted to post this asap so i kinda wrapped it up early. i hope it still ended okay???

[trashyswitch]

An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 11: Demanding The Truth

Robbie feels hurt and annoyed that no one will tell him what the paper said, and demands to see the paper. But his anger and frustration causes him to break something, hurting Henrik in the process.

This chapter (again) talks about PTSD, nightmares and anger. Later on, it makes references to police crimes and police brutality. Though the crimes are not related to racial bias, it's still police brutality nonetheless. Lastly: there is talk about the usual result of Robbie's zombifying process.

There is quite a bit of angst in this chapter, but it ends off on a good note.

Robbie woke up the next morning crying and hugging his stuffed dog. The nightmares of dying and waking up in the morgue had been plaguing him more and more lately. Some nights he almost didn’t want to sleep. Why would he sleep when he knows his head is gonna bring him back to what had happened?

Robbie angrily threw Bacon onto the foot of the bed. This sucked. He loved sleeping. And cuddling Chase without falling asleep in his arms was not as fun. But the nightmares were ruining it. Robbie hugged his head with his arms and started to growl to himself. Why did someone choose to kill him and his parents?! WHY?!

Robbie got off his bed, walked to the door and opened it instinctively like he always did. He grabbed the bathrobe he’d been given by Chase, and put it on. He walked out to the hallway and grabbed Henrik’s backpack filled with his stuff. He missed this stuff so much. But it didn’t fix the fact that his parents were dead and never to be seen again. He never even had a proper chance to say goodbye before the evil killer barged in and ruined his life.

Robbie walked to Henrik’s room and walked right in without knocking. He had no time for knocking when he wanted questions answered. He looked up at Henrik and immediately felt the need to hug him and cry his pain away. But he did that yesterday! And crying didn’t fix the fact that his parents were dead.

“Robbie? Do you hear me? Are you okay? Vhat’s rrong?” Henrik asked, growing worried.

Robbie frowned more. “I want answers.” Robbie told him downright. “Why did that man kill them? Why did I survive while my parents died and never came back?” Robbie asked with pain showing on his face.

Robbie noticed Henrik dropping his head and sighing. Henrik didn’t like to talk about it. He could tell. But Robbie needed to know! Now was not time to hide the pain that spiralled inside his head! Now was time to get answers!

“I wanna know!” Robbie told him.

“I don’t know. I do not know vhy your parents vere killed. I vasn’t zhere, and you do not say much.” Henrik replied. Robbie noticed how his english was more broken than usual for some reason.

Robbie walked up to the desk and looked around for the paper that Henrik, Chase and Jamie all had read. It must have all the answers! That’s why they were keeping secrets from him!

“Vhat are you-”

“Where’s the check record?” Robbie asked in a slightly demanding voice.

Henrik widened his eyes and got up. He walked to the desk and opened a drawer, revealing it and handed it to him. “Here.”

Robbie turned on the desk lamp and read it. But the words were all so big! Why must the words be so long and hard to read?! Robbie bursted out crying and threw the paper down before hiding his face in his hands. “I-I CAN’T REEEEAAAD IIIIT!” Robbie cried loudly. “Itknows w-why they died but I CAN’T REEEEEAAAD!”

Robbie leaned his head on the desk and pounding his fists on the table.

Henrik walked closer and was about to touch his shoulder…

STUPID BRAIN! STUPID BODY! STUPID PAPER!

Robbie ended up pushing all the stuff that was on the desk, right onto the floor. The room went dark again as he closed his eyes and started crying all over again. All the things he threw...It was all just stuff to Robbie. And none of it mattered compared to his parents. But Robbie’s thoughts were interrupted by a yelp and a crash. Robbie looked over with his blurry eyes and stared at the blob of adult body holding something…

Robbie quickly rubbed his eyes free of the tears the moment he heard sobs and cries from Henrik. What had happened? Did he do something wrong?

Robbie looked down and immediately noticed the shattered glass on the ground. Henrik was holding one of the large glass shards. But then Henrik threw the glass onto the ground.

“WAS ZUM TEUFEL IST FALSCH MIT DIR?!” Henrik suddenly shouted.

Robbie jumped about 5 feet away. Oh no...He’s SUPER angry! But what’s he saying?!

“Dies war ein Geschenk von meiner Tochter! Wie konntest du?!” Henrik kept going. He wasn’t yelling, but he was still speaking another language he didn’t understand. All he understood from that was the thought that it might’ve been important to him. “Wenn du wolltest, dass ich das verdammte Blatt lese, hättest du fragen können!” Henrik told him.

...What?

“Fahrt zur Hölle, Robbie.” Henrik shot at him through his teeth.

Robbie widened his eyes. It didn’t take much to understand those words were meant for him. Robbie’s eyes grew glassy as he slowly walked out of the room. But Robbie was quickly stopped by Chase. “Robbie? What are you doing up?” Chase asked him.

Robbie shook his head. He was too scared to say. Robbie turned around to Henrik, and welled up with tears. Quickly, Robbie ran down the hall from them into the dark. Robbie felt too terrible to face what he had done. He knew that he hurt Henrik somehow, and felt terrible for it. But he didn’t want to know what he had said to him. It could’ve meant anything. He could’ve yelled swears at him. He could’ve called him names. Or worse: he could’ve called him worthless without him even knowing.

The endless possibilities of what he could’ve said just filled his mind and spiralled out of control. He soon felt like a tornado of emotions and thoughts. By the time someone had walked in, Robbie was curled up on the ground, crying and sniffling.

Chase walked himself in with a paper in his hand. “2 Physical assault charges. That means he had to pay someone lots of money for hitting someone really hard two times.” Chase told him.

Robbie lessened his sobs a little to hear him better.

“Misuse of firearms four times. Firearms meaning a gun.” Chase explained. “Your father was not using the gun for good reasons.” Chase told him.

Robbie lifted himself up and looked at him. Chase knelt down and pointed at something else on the paper. “Manhandling. Your Dad was pushing someone around and treating them roughly like a football player would.” Chase explained.

Robbie walked closer and looked at the paper. “A-Austin has been given a warning of a $600 fine and...and a couple months jail time.” Robbie read out loud.

Chase looked at the paper. “Your father had to give 600 dollars over for…” Chase read a bit more. “Physical assault. Or, hitting someone really hard.” Chase explained.

Robbie looked at the signature and the name at the bottom. “I know that name!” Robbie told him.

Chase hummed in confusion and looked at the name as well. He didn’t recognize the name, but he knew from the documentation that it was the police chief. “You met the police chief?” Chase asked.

“Yeah!” Robbie ran to the backpack and came back with a car in his hand. “He gave me this police car!” Robbie told him. “It used to light up before the batteries died.” Robbie added.

Chase smiled and picked up the kid. “Let’s go put some new batteries in.” Chase decided.

Robbie smiled and leaned on Chase as he was carried to the kitchen. Chase opened up a drawer near the phone and pulled some AA and AAA batteries out of the packs.

Robbie got the police car bottom open on his own, and took out the old batteries. Then, Chase put the correct new batteries in the right way, and let Robbie put the cover back on. Robbie turned it the correct way and clicked the red and blue light on the car roof. Suddenly, the car lights lit up and a somewhat loud siren sound filled the room! Robbie gasped and giggled as he watched it. “It works!” Robbie declared.

Chase smiled. “That is a really cool toy.” Chase told him.

“I like it too! I used to pretend Dad was riding it around the city.” Robbie told him.

Then, Robbie’s smile dropped as the truth about his Dad had started to click into place in his head. Robbie looked at the police car. “If my Dad hit people, pushed people and played with his gun...then he wasn’t a good police man.” Robbie thought out loud.

Chase shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he wasn’t. But that paper doesn’t tell us about the good things he’s done.” Chase mentioned.

Robbie looked at Chase. “So he saved people and hurt people?” Robbie asked.

Chase nodded. “That’s the best way we can look at this paper. Yes, he did some bad things. But I’m sure he did lots of good things too. Doing bad things and good things is what makes us human.” Chase told him.

Robbie nodded and thought about something. “Did you do bad things too?” Robbie asked.

Chase bit his lip and thought for a moment. Should he tell him? Or should he keep it secret?

...He decided to tell him. “Yes. I have done some bad things. I’ve lied, yelled at people, and broken things.” Chase told him.

“Why?” Robbie asked.

Chase closed his eyes and could feel his eyes growing glassy. “Be-Because anger makes you do stupid things.” Chase replied.

Robbie nodded and snuggled into Chase’s chest. Chase wrapped his arms around Robbie and sat down properly so they could cuddle. As they were cuddling, Robbie finally decided to confess what he did. “I got angry and threw some papers off the desk.” Robbie told him. “I knocked down a lamp that was special to him.” Robbie’s voice started to break.

Chase rubbed Robbie’s back. “There there. I know you feel terrible for that.” Chase said. “Do you wanna know why it was so special?” Chase asked. All it took was a nod for him to continue. “His daughter had bought that lamp and painted it for him.” Chase told him. “He also has a child that he never sees.” Chase admitted.

“Why can’t you see your kids? Why can’t Henry see his daughter?” Robbie asked.

Chase sighed. “When someone’s heart is broken from too many mistakes...they look for someone to blame their broken heart on, because it’s easier.” Chase explained. “It’s like lying. People lie because it feels easier than telling the truth. But lying breaks you more than telling the truth does.” Chase admitted.

“So telling the truth hurts people less?” Robbie asked.

Chase looked away for a moment. “...Sometimes.”

Robbie tilted his head. “I’m confused.”

Chase chuckled at that. “I imagine. The people on earth are super hard to understand.” Chase admitted.

“You’re super hard to understand, Chase.” Robbie admitted.

Chase laughed at that. “Mhm.

Robbie looked at Chase. “Henry was hard to understand. He was speaking german.” Robbie told him.

Chase nodded and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah...He does that when he’s angry, scared or laughing.” Chase told him.

Robbie lit up. “Like when he was being tickled at the doctor’s!” Robbie added.

“Yes! Like that.” Chase replied.

Robbie looked at him. “I’m scared of what he said.” Robbie admitted.

“Would you like to go over and apologize?” Chase asked.

Robbie nodded and allowed himself to be put down onto the ground. Then, Robbie turned off the police car, handed it to Chase and ran to Henrik’s room. He knocked on the door.

“Ja?” Henrik responded.

The kid held his hands. “It’s Robbie.”

Robbie didn’t hear anything after that. Just a bit of shuffling. Soon, the door opened and revealed Henrik in his PJ’s.

“I’m really sorry I broke your lamp. I shouldn’t have broken it. It was special to you and now it’s gone. I’m sorry Henry.” Robbie told him, his voice starting to break near the end.

Henrik knelt down and opened his arms to him. Immediately, Henrik felt the kid’s weight in his arms and hugged him tightly. “I forgive you Robbie.” Henrik told him. “And I apologize for yelling at you like zhat. You vere right: it vas special to me. But zhat does not excuse my reaction.” Henrik told him. “I was what the Germans would call, a dummkopf.” Henrik admitted.

Robbie giggled at the word and hugged him a bit tighter at his response. Robbie could somewhat understand what dummkopf meant, thanks to the first word’s pronunciation sounding like ‘dumb’. But beyond that: it felt nice to have the pain between him and Henrik patched up. Even though the anger lasted 15 to 30 minutes, it actually felt like hours to the small boy. The kid was just happy to have fixed up the tension at least a little bit.

Perhaps there was more he could do?

“Henry?” Robbie called softly.

“Yes?” Henrik replied.

Robbie pulled away to look at him. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked.

Henrik smiled at the question and nodded his head. “Of course you can!”

Robbie smiled and fluffed up Robbie’s hair. Robbie giggled at it and fluffed Henrik’s hair right back before running to the bed.

“Ey! Come back du Bengel!” Henrik reacted, chasing after him to the bed. Robbie laughed and jumped onto the bed, wiggling his fingers. “Oooh no! No vey you’re gettin’ me and ticklin’ me!” Henrik declared.

“Okay, okay.” Robbie put his arms down and settled into Henrik’s bed.

Despite Robbie’s clear surrender, Henrik still took a couple extra steps to be 100% sure he was done. After all, he could’ve been just faking it.

But Robbie looked completely cozy and ready to sleep. So, Henrik crawled into bed and waved good night to Chase. “Gute Nacht Chase!” Henrik wished.

“Good night Henrik. Sleep tight you two.” Chase replied before closing the door.

Chase felt the door latch click shut and leaned against the door for a few minutes. He felt exhausted and quite guilty for telling Robbie everything. Even though Robbie had to know the truth, it was still a hard truth to wrap your head around. A policeman turned murderer with a wife and an 8 year old child? Talk about a heartbreaking family.

Chase’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by a yelping sound, followed by bed-rustling and laughter. Chase’s lips grew into a smile as he let out a few quiet laughs. Robbie’s an evil little kid who sucks at stopping when he’s ahead. Robbie’s simple ability to stay quiet and keep his motives hidden for so long, simply proved just how far his mischief could go. Chase had better keep his 6th sense awake in case Robbie pulls a scheme like that on him later.

But...That mischief and scheming was part of what made Robbie the boy he is. Finding the laughter in the hardest of times, and making things right when there’s tension. Maybe...Chase didn’t need to worry about how Robbie will take the new information. Robbie’s a smart kid. A lot smarter than they give him credit for. If there’s one person who knows how to fight his battles independently, it’s him. And if he’s hit rock bottom, he knows there’s an army of people to go to for help.

Chase smiled to himself as he walked away. ‘He’ll be okay...he’ll be okay.’

[voltagesmutter]

Soryu x OC x Mamoru - Choose

Threesome between Soryu x OC x Mamoru

No shame in this, it was going to happen sooner or later

For @brialoveskbtbb​ I hope you like because was a pure fantasy to write

“Will you stop pulling that god-damn gun on me Soryu!” Mamoru hissed as he reached inside his jacket pocket.

“Then stop harassing me!” The mobster yelled back.

“Then stop getting yourself into trouble, I had to cover your ass again at the station, there’s only so many times I can bail you out!” Mamoru now pointed his gun at Soryu.

“Bail me out? My men could take that station down within minutes,”.

“Then why haven’t you! Maybe if you did I could finally throw your ass into jail”.

“Why? Because it’s hardly worth my time, we outnumber you and your force and you know it, that's why you haven’t pursued any case against us,”. Their argument was quickly getting heated, a battle of dominance between them.

“You haven’t taken us down because you don’t want Bella to look and see the real side of you! You know the minute you show her it she’ll be frightened of you and you’ll have lost any chance with her! Only you're too much of a wimp to even speak to her!” Mamoru hissed angrily.

“Watch your mouth! That's not true! I’m just not a perverted wreck like you and the others, lusting over her every minute of the day. But why do you even care? You think you deserve her? A crooked cop like you, who spends most of his day asleep and messing up the penthouse she slaves off cleaning,” Soryu smirked with his statement.

“She’d be better off with me than you, I would never put her in danger like you,”.

“You’d never put her in danger because you do fuck all! When was the last day you even went to work?”.

“Don’t push me Soryu!” Mamoru raised his voice.

“You know I could give her a better life than you could and you resent me for it!”.

“You think she would pick you? You barely say anything to her!”.

Their argument continued until you heard a gunshot and you screamed. 

You had been cleaning the kitchen and was putting the supplies away in the cupboard when the pair had entered the room already bickering about something. You were just about to leave the cupboard when you heard your name and felt yourself freeze. Hearing them argue of you and who wanted you more, it made your breath hitch. You couldn’t deny, you had developed feelings for them both but they were in a constant battle and you often felt like their prize. You had hoped they would stop arguing soon so you could leave but it continued and had gone on for too long for you to be able to walk out now. The squeal you let out alerted both men you was there and one of the kicked the cupboard door open and you was greeted by two guns.

“Don’t shoot me!” You squealed in fear, before a pair of strong arms pulled you out and into the light.

“Bella?” They both asked in slight shock and your face went red. 

“Kid what are you doing!” Mamoru asked.

“I was putting away the cleaning stuff and then you two came in and started arguing and I felt too awkward to leave and then I heard the gun and here I am now,” You gushed out, avoiding the pair looking at you. You looked around and saw someone had shot a jar on the kitchen counter, spilling glass and its contents everywhere and you sighed.

“I literally just cleaned in here…”.

“I told you, you mess up everything and make it hell for her!” Soryu yelled waving his arms.

“You stepped towards me, I let it off as a warning!” Mamoru yelled back, both of them stepping forward, anger glinting over their faces.

“Stop it!” You cried, frightened of the men you saw in-front of you. You knew Soryu was a mafia boss but you had never seen him like this. You also knew Mamoru had a tempter but had never seen him actually display it. For once, you actually felt scared and you knew they could sense it.

“Geeze kid I’m sorry,” Mamoru says holding his hands up and putting his gun away.

“Me too, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Soryu adds a slight blush over his cheeks.

“What will it take for you two too to end this constant feud, it's getting unbearable,” You ask. The men glance at you then each other then back to you.

“Pick one of us,”.

“Excuse me?”.

“You heard, pick one of us, the unchosen will back away,” Soryu adds and you look at them both confused. They both had stern faces but a hint of kindness and want flickered through their eyes. You took a deep swallow.

“How can I pick when I want you both,” Is your reply.

And that is how you got into this position, currently on Soryus bed with Mamoru between your thighs kissing up your naked body and Soryu lying next to you, his hands roaming your breasts as his lips were latched onto your neck. It was a situation you had fantasies about, two sets of hands roaming your body, fighting together to overwhelm you with pleasure. As Mamoru's lips met your soaked clit, his tongue swirled around you and you cried out. Soryu took his opportunity to re-enter his tongue into your mouth, claiming his dominance over you as his fingertips lightly glided over your nipples before tugging them harshly. Mamoru's hand held your waist tight as he threw your legs over his shoulders, delving his tongue deeper into you.

“Fuck!” You gasped one hand grasping the back of his head, the other pulling Soryu closer to kiss him deep. You moaned into Soryus mouth as his fingers traced down you, swirling around your clit. The sensation of both men was making you dizzy and you felt like you could pass out from the pleasure.

“Soryu, she’s so sweet you got to try her,” Mamoru grunts as he pulls his mouth away, your wetness glistening over his chin. For one night they put aside their differences so they could enjoy a lust filled night with you. As Soryu repositioned himself to settled between you, his tongue taking over, your skin tingling. Mamoru freed his member from his boxers, your eyes lighting up at the sight.

“Be a good girl darlin and open wide,” He mumbles as he leans over you, kneeling over your head and you don’t hesitate to comply. You take into your mouth as he hisses at the feeling, his hands grabbing at the headboard. You lie there in ecstasy, Soryu working his mouth between your legs at a speed that would make finish sooner than you had hoped with Mamoru over you, fucking your mouth relentlessly his balls slapping against you at times. Soryus tongue repeatedly flicks over your clit and it sends you over the edge, your back arching as you cry around Mamoru's cock, him in bliss over the sensation. Helping to ride you down, Soryus tongue laps up your wetness as Mamoru removes himself from your mouth. You sit up and watch as Soryu stands off the bed, licking his lips at the wetness from you that coaxed him and pulls off his boxers. 

“Christ,” You murmur as you seen the thickness of his cock being released, he hisses slightly at its freedom. Unable to control yourself you instantly lean forward and take him into your hand and feel Mamoru press instantly behind you, his length stroking down your wet slits. Your mouth opens and you take Soryu into your mouth, crying around him as Mamoru thrusts himself into your slick folds, both of them groaning. Soryus hands placed firmly into your hair as Mamoru slaps your ass with one hand, leaving a sweet stinging sensation before caressing it. As Mamoru thrusts into you, you take Soryu deeper into your mouth before he pulls you back slightly as Mamoru grips your hips and pulls you future back against him. Your body shakes in pleasure, moaning around Soryus cock as the men fuck you senseless. Every thrust from Mamoru pushes you future onto Soryu who pulls you to push back against Mamoru, the speed increasing.

“Your… so tight-ugh darlin!” Mamoru groans his hips slamming against yours, the action causing you to deep throat Soryu, you gagging around him and your eyes filling with tears. Mamoru was more vocal however Soryus low groans are music to your ears, encouraging you to deliver as much pleasure to his as you are receiving. Your plans are cut shut as you feel Mamoru groan as he stills, his cock throbbing inside you as spills inside you. You release Soryu with a pop from your mouth as Mamoru moves from behind you, admiring the sight before him. 

“On your back,” Soryu manages through groans as he continues to pump himself with his hand and layback. He grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as you give a little yelp from the movement. He spreads your legs, his eyes full of lust as he holds you by the ankles before thrusting himself into you and slamming his hips fiercely against yours. Unable to find any words your back arches, moans falling from your mouth, tears forming in your eyes. As you feel yourself begin to tighten around him, your hand trails down your body to flicker over your clit but your hand is quickly shoved away and Mamoru wanting to help you find your sweet release takes over. 

“F-Fuck! Make… make me cum-oh!” You cry, Soryu ploughing into you and Mamoru vigorously rubbing your sensitive clit. 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” You barely manage, heat pulsing through your body, the tension in your stomach tightening to new heights before your hips shake, you quivering and releasing tightly around Soryu. He groans deeply from your tightness and his hands clutch your ankles as the muscles in his stomach tighten, spilling inside you. You were almost unable to breathe from the strong release you had experienced, trying desperately to regain your breath. You try to keep your eyes open to witness the two men who cover you in the bedsheets whilst whispering sweet words to you and pressing kisses over your exposed skin but the sensation you just experience is too much and you drift to sleep in Soryus bed. 

You woke up sometime later, your body ached slightly and you almost thought the whole thing was a dream until you moved and felt the sticky essence of both men amongst your thighs. Realising this wasn’t your room, you quickly find your clothes that had been scattered across the room, both men had been quick to discard your clothes, unsure whose hands or lips you were meeting as they were ripped from you. As you leave Soryu’s room, you come across both the men sitting in the living room as if they had been waiting for you.

“Kid wait” Mamoru yells to you as you make your way to your room, unsure whether to say anything. Soryu hold you gently by the wrist and pulls you ever so softly onto his lap.

“We wanted to talk,” He whispers into your ear.

“We um, we decided how to stop our feud,”. 

“You did?” Giving an innocent smile to both of them.

“Yeah, we’ll stop all the arguing and fighting kid, if…” Mamoru starts.

“If we can share you,” Soryu finishes for him and your face flusters.

“I mean, if it stops your arguing,” You agree, giving into the desired temptation of both of them. 

From then on your activities with both men continued and the constant feud between them had come to an end, as they both got what they wanted, you.

[busterkeatonfanfic]

Chapter 4

The band in the Senator’s ballroom was playing a slow dirge-like version of “In the Good Old Summertime” and Buster had half a mind to kick the lead singer in the seat of the pants so he’d shut up. The head of the Chamber of Commerce was there, the mayor too, and he was pretty sure he’d met a few of the eponymous senators. He’d glad-handed for as long as he could stand it (about an hour) before slinking off into a protective circle of familiar faces. He used his stature to his advantage, concealing himself behind the screen that Joe, Fred, Sandy Roth, and other members of the company made. There was plenty to talk about; namely, the picture. And also, the picture. But now he was bored of talking about the picture and this positive funeral march that they were playing wasn’t helping matters. Although Sacramento was rumored to be open, the hotel was pretending tonight that it was dry and he regretted leaving his flask in his room, but they were feting Buster after all and it would have been rude not to be fully present for every single excruciating second.

Still.

“Think they’ll notice if their esteemed guest goes AWOL?” he said to Fred. 

Fred laughed. “Count on it.”

Buster pulled his packet of cigarettes out of his slacks pocket, pinched one out, struck a match, and lit it. He didn’t like crowds of people he didn’t know or being expected to care about Sacramento’s economic situation, whether Coolidge was to be president again, and what was to be done about the decline of morals in young people. He especially didn’t like airs and this crowd had plenty. The truth was, he’d been made to do very few things in his charmed life, fewer still as he’d become a bona fide star, and his tolerance for formalities was at an all-time low. They were much more Nate’s speed. With her at his side at these functions, he never had to do more than answer the usual stupid questions (“Do you ever smile?”; “Do your pratfalls hurt?”) before Nate filled the uncomfortable silence with gay chatter and put the questioner at their ease.

Unlike with The General , however, Natalie had expressed no desire to be on location during the filming of Steamboat . He liked to think it was because she couldn’t bear to be away from her magnificent Villa for very long, but he had a sneaking suspicion her absence had simply to do with the fact that she didn’t care to be around him any longer.

“At least one more hour,” Joe said. “Then you can go back to your room and cut loose if that’s what you want.”

Behind Sandy, Buster spotted a man and his wife encroaching. 

“Excuse me,” said the man, tapping Sandy on the shoulder. “My wife’s an awful big fan of Mr. Keaton and I was just wondering if we could introduce ourselves for a minute.”

Taking a deep drag from the cigarette and blowing the smoke out in such a way that it temporarily obscured his face, Buster looked at the woman and said, “I never smile and the pratfalls don’t hurt.” 

She looked shocked. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

  “Hi.”

Nelly startled just as badly as she had when Buster had crept up on her a few days prior. She knew the voice wasn’t his, though, even before she looked over her shoulder and found herself locking eyes with Tommy, the blonde-haired workman. 

“Hi yourself,” she said, turning around and smoothing down the skirt of her dress. She’d been going through a jumble of skeleton keys in one of the smaller rooms in the prop house. 

Tommy was extraordinarily tall, almost sequoia-sized. He leaned against shelves. “How’d you like to go to a blind tiger tonight?” he said, without preamble. “A few of the fellows and I are going. We invited Mr. Bert. Oh, and Buster too.”

Buster, she thought, accustomed as he was to rubbing elbows with the upper crust, was not going to attend this rustic soirée, but she didn’t want to puncture Tommy’s evident pride at the scheme. She had never been to a blind pig, a blind tiger, a blind anything. She and some girlfriends would pass around hooch some Saturday nights back in Evanston, but she’d never actually drunk alcohol in an establishment. So naturally she said, “What time?”

Tommy grinned. “Oh, we were thinking maybe seven o’clock or something.”

She knew that Sacramento wasn’t as dry as other cities, but she paused to consider whether this was such a good idea nonetheless. A brief flash of the place being raided by police and her getting carted off to jail and losing her gig on the film occurred. The sybaritic part of her threw the doubts aside. Her decision was only strengthened by Bert, who came through the prop house doors.

“This jackass bothering you?” he teased, craning his head to look up at Tommy. 

“I invited her to the party tonight,” Tommy said. 

“What makes you think she’d go with the likes of you? She has taste, y’know,” said Bert. 

“What makes you think I have taste?” Nelly said, making both men laugh. When the laughter died away, she said, “Sure. Where?”

Tommy told her it was on 2nd Avenue next to a Chinese laundry. By day, it masqueraded as a five- and ten-cent store. “One of the bricks is painted a sort of yellow,” he said. “Just the one, though. There’s a side door off the alley. Knock four times.”

It all sounded so alluring and mysterious that Nelly couldn’t wait. 

A quarter past the appointed hour, Joe dropped her off in front of the store. She expected it to have a dingy air, but it looked perfectly clean and presentable, not at all the sort of place that would draw attention. Joe waited for her as she crept into the alley, feeling her heart race with the illicitness of it all and the promise of seeing Tommy again. She gave three rhythmic knocks. A man in a tweed cap whom she vaguely recognized opened the door and she waved to Joe to let him know it was okay to drive off before she stepped into the tiger’s den. 

There were slightly more than a dozen men crowded into the place, which was an apartment at the back of the store consisting of one main room, a water closet, and a couple doors that appeared to belong to bedrooms or closets. Everything from the stove to the sofa was in the main room. An old gramophone in the corner played ragtime jazz. She knew at once that Buster would not be coming. The set-up and the company were far too humble and she wondered if she’d made an error in judgement showing up. She was the only girl in sight and overdressed in nylon stockings and her best black dress with the belt. She felt ill at ease until she saw Bert and Tommy. Bert was in conversation with one of the men who was frequently in and out of the prop house. Tommy was standing near a bar, behind which stood various libations. 

“Nelly!” he cried, striding toward her. His eyes crinkled and he looked ecstatic to see her. “C’mon, come pick your poison.”

He put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the bar. Bottles lining the shelves behind it contained liquors of light ambers, deep browns, and clear silvers. There were even bottles of beer, not near beer, but real beer. She’d never seen so much booze in her life. She selected a bottle of beer. Tommy didn’t take his arm away immediately. It was heavy and he smelled good, woollen and mannish. She tilted the bottle back to her lips, feeling as though she was in good hands. It didn’t take long before she was warm and happy. 

Tommy conversed with the other men about the week’s events on the set—one man had nearly lost a finger sawing a board, another had given himself a good electric shock from a wire—and talked a good deal about a poker game he had recently won $100 in. She and Bert spoke for a while, mostly about work and what they expected shooting to look like next week. When her beer bottle was empty, Tommy slid a generous glass of bourbon into her hand. It stung going down in a way she didn’t quite care for, but as she got warmer still, she became used to it. About an hour or so into the party, Tommy’s hand crept around her waist and she didn’t mind a single bit. He talked to her about his childhood in Indiana and how he’d trap raccoons for fur to bring in money for the family. With his height and looks, she figured he was trying to break into pictures too, but it transpired that he thought he’d make his real fortune as a high-stakes poker player. The ambition seemed a little silly, but she wasn’t one to trod on other people’s dreams.

“Let’s dance,” he said, bending down to yell it in her ear over the conversation. The man who was in charge of the gramophone put on a song of medium speed in which a guitar plunked quietly in the background and a clarinet and trumpet took turns in the foreground. They danced in a small circle around the room and she had to crane her neck when he talked. 

They were three songs in when a workman in his fifties approached. He was missing several bottom front teeth. “Here.” He pushed a small glass of something clear in her hands.

“What is it?” she said, laughing.

“Gin.”

“I’ve never had gin before,” she said.

“Never had gin before?” Tommy said, holding her at arm’s length in mock incredulity.

She giggled and shook her head, trying to keep the glass steady as he pulled her back under her shoulder. She sipped and there was that sting again, this time tasting like Christmas trees. 

“No, you don’t sip it,” said the workman. “You swallow it down all at once.”

He and Tommy watched as she gamely tilted the drink to her lips and disappeared the gin down in one gulp. She gasped, wrinkling her nose as they laughed uproariously. “That was awful!”

“Try this one,” said another workman, younger and heavier. He extended a rocks glass containing a chestnut brown liquor. “Whiskey.”

She sipped and contorted her face. This was the worst one yet. “I’ll take my time,” she promised, setting it on a nearby table.

It didn’t take long before she was warmer and looser and gayer than she’d ever felt. Tommy passed her into the arms of the toothless workman. To her surprise, he was an incredible dancer and they did a foxtrot around the room to the next song, winning the applause of the other men. Bert took the next dance and they attempted a tango, but the music wasn’t the right tempo and they couldn’t stay in step. She was having the time of her life. She reached for the whiskey and barely noticed the sting as it went down. 

Tommy took her back and someone put “Steamboat Bill” on the Victrola, which caused everyone to erupt into laughter.

Oh, Steamboat Bill, steaming down the Mississippi.

Steamboat Bill, a mighty man was he.

Steamboat Bill, steaming down the Mississippi.

Going to beat the record of the Robert E. Lee!

She grinned, hot and breathless. Tommy’s big hand on her waist was beginning to feel more and more exhilarating. She began to entertain thoughts of asking him to slip out into the alley with her, but whenever a song ended, another workman was waiting with a drink or a request for a dance. At some point, the fat workman stole her away from Tommy and tried the Turkey Trot with her, but her feet were no longer cooperating. She was thirsty, but the only thing available to quench her thirst was beer.

She became dimly aware that her head and limbs had turned clumsy and heavy and she had completely lost track of time. It didn’t worry her. She was young and could dance and drink all night if she wanted.

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[blossomhcney]

( charlie hunnam. thirty-five. cis male. he/him. ) in texas, easton underwood is more commonly known as happy. they have been riding with the reapers for seventeen years. they originally from stratford and the soldier is known to be very sadistic & stubborn but the other club members will tell you they are logical & straightforward. as the years go by, they've gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do back in black by AC/DC is usually heard blasting. ( leather jackets, greased palms, the smell of gunpowder fresh in the air, bruised and bloodied knuckles, the sound of bones breaking. )

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. easton francis underwood NICKNAME. happy. AGE. thirty-five. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. HOMETOWN. stratford. OCCUPATION. soldier for the reapers. AFFILIATION. reapers.

ZODIAC. sagittarius. POSITIVE TRAITS. logical, straightforward, calm. NEGATIVE TRAITS. sadistic, stubborn, aggressive. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, italian.

HEIGHT. 6′5. EYE COLOR. blue. HAIR COLOR. blond. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board ! + a smiley face for every person he has killed ( 37 )

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: murder, weapons mentioned (knives, guns, etc.)

easton underwood was born at four in the morning in the reapers clubhouse. his mother, julie sampson, had only been there to yell at the father of her unborn child. perhaps four in the morning had been a little early for a fight, but julie was certainly a force to be reckoned with, even at nine months pregnant. she had gone into labour earlier in the day and gone about her business, as if it were just a normal day. and then matthew goddamned underwood had pissed her off once again. so easton was born on the floor of the clubhouse, wrapped in his father’s shirt and laid to rest on his mother’s chest with a leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

easton was born (literally) and raised in the reapers clubhouse. as he was growing up, he had never truly understood why his uncle q seemed to have hate in his heart when it came to him. he had been sheltered from finding out that his mother had been dating him at the time of his conception. perhaps it would have been okay if his mother was good at lying, but as it happened, she was aggressive and angry, little and fierce, but she could not lie to save her life. if her life ever depended on telling a convincing lie, she would die right there.

easton found himself becoming increasingly intrigued with club life as the years passed by. every time he saw a fight break out or a gun being drawn, he was glued to the spot, unable to move until he saw how everything panned out. it was no wonder that he had taken up boxing by the time he was thirteen, learning to use his fists for good rather than in school, hitting anyone that called his mother names or dared to speak badly about his father or any other member of the reapers.

by sixteen, he was, like his mother, a force to be reckoned with. becoming a reaper seemed to have been written in the stars for him. from day one, he was destined to prospect upon turning eighteen. the next two years would shape his life. he would be more than ready when the time finally came, he would make sure of that. he became more engrossed with boxing, each hit he took fuelled the next one he landed. he was a good fighter and he would make a good soldier, too. that was the plan, at the very least.

eighteen came around and easton earned his nickname ‘happy’. a smile never graced his features, not if he could help it and he usually could. he experienced happiness, just as others did, but he rarely ever showed it. his mother saw his smile, she would often tell him the world needed smiles like his, but he felt that there were enough people in the world who showed their emotions every second they felt them. the world needed one less person to fake their happiness and just take life as it came, shit and served with a glass of bleach.

easton was a good soldier, he was given something to do, someone to hurt, he did it. he took orders well and he was loyal. so loyal, in fact, that whilst being caught with an offensive weapon that he had picked up for another member, he stayed quiet and allowed himself to be taken to the station. he didn’t make a fuss, he didn’t yell that it wasn’t his. he gave a no comment interview and waited patiently for his punishment. even when they threatened him with two years inside, easton simply shrugged his shoulders and asked when he could have his phone call. those two years ended up only being five months, but they still moulded easton into a different man. he became colder, using his fists so much more than his words (not that he used them all that often beforehand), barely communicating with his friends and what little family he had left. he spent more time with the reapers, threw himself entirely into that part of his life. it became so important to him that he lost himself along the way, his friends and the people he cared most for. by the time he realised, it was too little, too late.

by twenty one, easton had killed for the first time. he was surprised it had taken him so long, but he had graduated from using his fists to punish people, onto weapons. a knife and a gun, to be exact. he hadn’t realised it would feel so… intoxicating. it was almost like a drug, the first time he took a life. he found himself jonesing for a second hit. and it wasn’t long before he had another chance. and another. and another. and another. by his fifth, easton had decided to mark himself for each one. he laid down on the bed at the tattoo parlour and found himself leaving with five smiley faces on his abdomen. and, before the year was up, he had added another three, totalling in eight.

he celebrated his twenty fifth birthday in jail, this time going on to spend eighteen months inside. just like the first time, easton stayed quiet and accepted this as his fate. truth be told, he had even allowed himself to get caught. you see, easton made calculated movements, if the police ever found any evidence that linked him to a crime, it was because he had let them. the reapers had nobody on the inside and they needed a man taken care of. insert easton. eighteen months may have seemed like a long time to kill one person, but he had to make sure everything was in place before he could do his job. besides, in that time, there would likely be more people the reapers needed to get rid of.

easton turned thirty when he realised he needed to get out. at thirty, he had twenty-seven smiley faces inked into his skin and countless prison visits for varying crimes. it was also the year his first child was born. he had had next to no interest in his own life until that moment. god, he could see why people said children were the light of their lives. now, he could find it in himself to smile, to share the joy he felt outside of himself. only to his son, of course, but it was something. to say that austin was everything good in the world wrapped into one tiny little bundle of joy would certainly have been an understatement. he knew that he had to be there, be consistent in his life. be alive. and he wasn’t so sure he would live to see thirty-three if he kept this up, killing people and fighting when he was needed. he came home bruised and bloody most nights. his heart belonged to the reapers. he would die for them. and that was the problem. he would die for the reapers and he would no longer be there for his son, to watch his son grow into a man. was he really the kind of man who could be so careless with himself whilst having a child to raise?

a year later, he was out. a lot cleaner than he had expected it to be, too. even easier? getting a job at gotti’s autobody. he figured that would have been the case, he had always been good with cars, spending what free time he had from the club at the mechanics, tinkering with his bike and others, usually much to their dismay. it was hardly a surprise when he found himself pulling on a pair of overalls in the morning instead of making his way to the clubhouse, but it didn’t mean it didn’t feel weird. wrong, almost. but he would go home and see austin and remember why he had done this. for him.

alas, the club life could never truly escape easton. he was still such a good goddamn soldier and when he was asked for a favour, he could not turn it down. after all, if the reapers would be in his doubt until he chose to relieve them of that, how could he say no? they needed somebody killed and easton was the man to do it. it was just like being back with them, taking another life. god, he had missed the rush of it all. the exhilaration he felt as he watched the life leave somebody. why had he ever stopped doing this? wait, did he have to stop it? perhaps not.

kinsley was born two years later, at thirty-three. the sweetest little girl that easton could ever have asked for and he adored her with each passing day. especially as he watched austin play with her, delicately as he could in fear he would break her. he now had two people who depended on him and needed him alive. for them. he had no other reason to stay alive and safe. if it weren’t for his children, he likely would have been gone from this earth long ago.

rumour has it, for the right kind of money, easton can get rid of anybody anything causing you trouble. he can always be found at gotti’s autobody or the alibi room, if you’re brave enough to ask !

truth be told, it was not an easy decision to make to find his way back to the reapers. it took a lot of deliberation to start the process once more. it was an easy fit, however, since he still worked for and with them on occasion, when they needed some extra help. it was a very natural thing, to fall back into his role. for the right price, he can still be hired for his services, but the majority of his time is spent inside the reaper’s clubhouse or with his children. they were a solid part of his reluctance to join the reapers once more but, ultimately, when it had come time to make his choice, he had decided to do something for himself for once. one might think this would take away from his duties as a father but it’s far easier than previously thought to adapt his life to keep himself as involved as possible with them. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friends / ride or die - easton is hardly the friends type of guy, but somebody who has always been by his side, regardless of his life choices and how much he tried to push them away.

customers - this could be either for his mechanic work or his … other handy work. he typically isn’t very fussy and is hardly the type to make friends with the people who pay for his services, but he’ll check up on them from time to time if it’s been a while since he’s heard from them, maybe.

childhood friends - he grew up in stratford and he has always been a part of the reapers world, so anybody else having grown up as a reaper baby would likely be included in this, but ultimately anybody around his age he grew up with and pushed away when he joined the reapers and became fully integrated into the club life. 

hook ups / one night stands - he’s had plenty of these, who hasn’t ?

friends with benefits - easton is hardly the type to categorise sex as fwb, but really, that’s what they are.

reaper buds - easton spent his entire life around reapers and even now he’s left, he’s not exactly clear of them. he’s still friendly enough with the people he used to spend his time with and would have died for. so, really, maybe one that tries to talk him into coming back and some that still have his back. (plus the ones that ask him for favours when they might get turned down and want something or somebody sorted out quickly.)